I was raised in a very religious home and never even second guessed the possibility of no God or no hereafter. Then, as I became an adult and ventured out into the world, I would hear this discussed. Although I considered it an interesting topic for discussion, that was all it ever was for me, as my belief in God has always been very strong. I always needed the structured concept of right and wrong, good and evil and God and the devil to keep me straight! When Dennis became ill, I was a very angry person and at times I even became angry with God. I soon got over that. Now, I do believe in God and the hereafter. But, I try to live my life everyday as if that day could be my last. I try to be a good parent, friend and neighbor. I try to follow the Golden Rule. When I lost Dennis, I started to really live like today could be my last!