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During her last days in the hospital Jane simply stopped eating, and I knew that her transition to another reality was near. I was with her when she died in her sleep at that early-morning hour in September 1984. As always, Seth had done his part, and more, as the record in The Way Toward Health shows. Yet he too acquiesced to Jane’s death when she made her decision to go. There were no protests on his part, no recriminations about his voice “being stilled forever,” for example. Nor did I feel any sort of rebellion — only a state of numb acceptance.

In the days that followed I attended to the cremation Jane had decided upon long ago, took care of legal matters, paid bills, spoke briefly with a few friends. Our gravesite is not in Elmira. Later, when I could be alone, my tears began to come. I cried each day for more than a year. Yet the day after my wife’s death I’d gone back to work, finishing Volume 2 of Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment. What else was I to do?