My heart skipped a beat and I suddenly remembered our dreams and knew right then and there, my Mother was up in Heaven driving a brand new bright blue Mercedes.
When does the spirit inhabit the body? Millions of people strongly believe that it is at the time of conception. Metaphysicians have written that a soul chooses the exact time of birth to enter the body, its vehicle of expression, hence, the importance of the astrological configuration.
I have a love for abandoned houses and other slightly melancholy places, and I frequently use them as locations in many of my photos. By using discarded decorative flowers that once sat on graves in a local cemetery, I made small bouquets that I then arranged in various areas around the house.
Mayne Island, life and death blend naturally together. Death feels different here than in the urban and suburban environments. Life and death are not engaged in a struggle. They embrace as the body of lovers merging into one body. This is the natural blending of life, life’s vitality and beauty, and is nourishment for the soul when we allow ourselves to be open to the harmony of the natural process. In our times, we attempt to hide death, block and tuck it away from our vision. It is a fallacy to think we can. Death is an ever present reality. Yet we are confronted by a choice.
In fact, if you’d seen us later at the restaurant, laughing and talking in animated delight, you would probably not have guessed that we were a group gathered to mourn…and remember…our much-missed friend
In my early memories of my father, he softly appears in partial recollections of places and activities but I can’t see his face. My father, Joseph, passed away seven weeks ago and would have turned 94-years-old this week.
There are many positive and supportive ways to incorporate wellness into your daily life while coping with the stress of a loved one’s illness.
Why do we grieve and who do we grieve for? Guest Author Shaun Carter ponders the place of death’s poignancy and its accompanying grief in all our lives.
John was fortunate. He had two beautiful sisters. They are no longer with him but he will always love them. This is his note to them and to himself which he offers as a sharing.
I was 13 years old. As one of the pallbearers, I stood at the end of the line, watching the casket sliding from the hearse. Suddenly, I felt weak. Grief rushed through me in a way I hadn’t known before. I turned away, just at the time when I should have been reaching up. My uncle turned and screamed something nasty at me. What exactly, I don’t remember. Only that “do your job” was tagged to the end of it. I didn’t forgive him for years for that, even though it was mostly a reaction out of fear that the casket would fall.