āWhen my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me ā it still sometimes happens ā and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I donāt ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous ā not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chanceā¦ That pure chance could be so generous and so kindā¦ That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of timeā¦ That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and itās much more meaningfulā¦ The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.
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