I recently attended a funeral.
The deceased had died instantly.
He was taken far too young.
As you'd imagine, his family was numbed by the sudden realization that he was no longer there to offer kisses and hugs, trade jokes, or give advice.
In the future, the fun and joy they shared on vacations
would now be muted by his absence.
Each time a new challenge is met with success,
as each new memory is made,
they'll think, “He would have loved this."
In time, they'll wonder how long they'll hold onto
the sound of his voice and his laugh.
And they will ask themselves,
“Will the image I hold of him fade with time?”
Having lost my father in my teens,
here's what I can tell you:
Those who go before us are still here, beside us.
The body may be gone, but the soul lives on.
I say this because during the scariest moments
of my life — when I experienced
an abject fear of death — I heard my father's voice
not just in my mind but in my ear.
He assured me: “It won't happen that way.”
Some souls are given a second chance
to come back around.
A recent Washington Post article chronicles a study conducted by the University of Virginia Medical Center of children whose early memories are of traumatic past lives may be proof of this.
(Click here for the link to the article.)
Perhaps these souls want
a second chance at life.
There is so much we don't know.
We'll find out soon enough.
In the meantime,
do what you can to enjoy this life.
Live and love to the fullest.
