“When my husband died, because he was so famous & known for not
being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes
happens — & ask me if Carl changed at the end & 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 & never
sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never
see each other again. I don’t 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 & 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
& we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of
inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance…
That pure chance could be so generous & so kind… That we could find
each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the
vastness of space & the immensity of time… That we could be together
for twenty years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much
more meaningful…
The way he treated me & the way I treated him, the way we took
care of each other & our family, while he lived. That is so much
more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll
ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each
other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”
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