I went to see my mother today, then to see a friend who is dying. I'm surrounded by death and dying every day. When I was 13, my grandmother who lived with us died in our house. That was my first experience with death and it wasn't that bad. My dad gave my sisters and me money to go get a coke, and while we were gone they took her body away. We had been out already so we didn't know what was going on, then when we got home they told us she had died. My grandmother came to me after her death. She stood at the door of my bedroom and spoke to me, telling me not to feel guilty for not liking her. She told me she loved me and everything was good.
The next experience I had with death was when a childhood friend who I had kept in touch with through adulthood died. I was living in Houston, she in Minnesota, and my dad called me to tell me she had died. He didn't know how she died, just that her obituary was in the newspaper. She came to me in a dream shortly after and told me she died of a brain tumor. I ran into her brother about a year later, asked him how she died and he said brain tumor. In my dream, she and I sat on a park bench and talked of many things. We laughed and chatted until she said she had to go.
When my dad died, I was in the hospital with him. Mom, brother, and sister had left and my other sister and I were the only ones there. My father had suffered for years with Alzheimer's so his death was a blessing. It was merciful. He too came to me in a dream to show me where he was, and it was beautiful. It looked like an ancient Greek pool with pillars, and people walking around. Very white and very bright. He told me he was happy, so happy to finally be out of that body that betrayed him. He looked like he was around 35. He sent me back and told me he loved me and not to worry, he would always be with me.
Because of these experiences, I have a solid faith that death is only the beginning. I have no fear or sadness about death. To me, it's a wonderful journey that I look forward to when my time comes. I guess that's why I don't understand my mother resisting it so vehemently. There is so much more after death.
When I visited my mom and friend today, I wanted so badly to tell them both how glorious the next life is but I couldn't. Mom doesn't want to hear it, and my friend's ex-girlfriend was cock-blocking me. She wouldn't give us a minute alone because she was too busy playing the martyr. She doesn't believe in life after life, she thinks this stupid life is all we have. What a putz.
If this stupid life is all we have, what is the point of living at all? We live and suffer for nothing? There aren't lessons? Wisdom is pointless? Hogwash. I have no time for people who have no imagination or faith or understanding that we are in this life for a moment in time. Time is eternal and so are we. It's beautiful.
I don't mind people coming to me after they die, I actually like it. Some will say it's my mind doing it and not the dead coming to me. Well, believe whatever you want to believe. I know what I know. I know anything and everything is possible. I know this without a doubt.