Chapter 117

“I know it doesn’t make any sense,” I added, feeling rather sheepish.

“I don’t know,” Jackson said. “Maybe it does. The more I read about Buddhism and reincarnation and stuff…yeah, maybe it makes sense. Maybe it’s not all as cut and dried as we like to think it is.”

“So you think Noah visited him?”

“I’m not saying that.”

“What areyou saying?”

“I guess anything’s possible,” he admitted at last. “Maybe life does go on, but in some way that we just don’t understand. So yeah, maybe it was Noah. But it’s like I already told you. I know he’s up there. Somewhere. I know that. I don’t know how I know it, but I know. I don’t know if he can visit us or see us or communicate with us—I don’t believe in ghosts or anything like that—but I know he’s taking care of us. In his own way. However it works. And maybe it doesn’t matter if we don’t know how exactly it works. Maybe that’s not important.”

I turned off the light on the nightstand, snuggled up to him.