This week, Honey lost his Aunt to congestive heart failure. He is grief stricken and is flying back tomorrow to attend the funeral.
I always thought of death as a release from the pains of this reality. No person, no religion can encompass and articulate what comes after death because we are limited by a physical prison we call a body. Are thoughts, feeling and actions are all finite. The Creator is not therefore we cannot conceptualize what comes next.
But, anyone who has ever held a new baby, or noticed a dandelion that has forced it's way through concrete to bloom, or has laid in a foxhole with live fire going over their head cannot possibly believe that we are dead when we die and recycled back to the Earth with no further ado. Well, I certainly don't accept it.
When JerkFace (the cat) died, I was pained so much from the grief that my children suffered. When our loved ones die, I feel this well inside of me open up with an amzing amount of love and happiness for that person. They got called beyond this place. They get to know what comes next. They have gained their lessons from this life and can move on with...Eternity.
I hate saying, "Sorry for loss" or "With the greatest sympathies"...
Secretly I send flowers and I always know in my heart that they are a gift of celebration ~ perhaps graduation. They are a symbol of hope and acceptance.
Death is an ultimate acceptance. I accept this fate for me and for every other person on this planet. I know there is something else out there.
Goodbye for now May Ann. You did so much good in this world. You live on in my Honey and we will see you again soon.
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