After being hopefully surrounded by that brilliant, white light; what’s next?
For the longest time I didn’t believe in Heaven, although I did fervently understand the existence of Hell. All those questions about why some people and not others was too much for my brain to wrap itself around. So I went with the easy explanation, there was nothing to see, just move along.
But as life gave me a challenge I wasn’t prepared for, couldn’t have even if I thought ahead, I found myself surrounded by more and more people who made me take a hard look at my theories. A little different light shining on a subject and maybe a little bit of their words started to shift my thinking.
The fear of missing that person had me hoping that their was a chance that in the future we would get to spend future together. Lots of science in my argument but it left out the obvious, a mix of faith. I wanted when my time ended to have the most important people in my life who had left before me to be waiting. I still feel that way, but I could be wrong.
Science says that there is a limited amount of material in the universe. It can’t be destroyed or created, just moved around into something different. Could we be adopting a similar view when it comes to people’s souls? Only so many to go around and we need to at some point come back.
When I think of dying, I have to consider my experiences surrounding my daughter. It’s a requirement in my own healing process. And the first question is “Will she recognize me?” The obvious answer is yes, but you can’t help wondering. Now the idea of reincarnation has to come into play.
What happens if someone sent her soul back sooner to make up for ending her time with me much quicker?
Like driving past someone at a street corner and by the time you circle back to flag them down they’ve already moved onto the next place. A different path than the one you are on.
Lots of existential questions go with that. Are we always meant to have brief moments followed by absences? Even if we got back somehow are we going to be part of each other’s new lives or complete strangers with dreams and glimpses of each other?
A long time ago I believed in the presence of ghosts. The good kind as well as the nasty ones. It’s hard to describe the feeling of someone grabbing you by the foot and shaking you awake during a particularly annoying case of the flu. (I can’t explain it and don’t care to anymore. It shook my rather rigid foundation and I only hope that I was wrong.) Anyone who laughs at that night just hasn’t had that deep desire for it to be true. (great, one of the defining components of a delusional state!)
Can we work out a deal where I get to spend a little time with my daughter before she gets sent back? The good father I want to be needs her to have lived a long life having experienced more than her short time allowed. If it means missing that connection so that it has even the smallest chance of happening, than the good man I need to be has to wish that.
I guess having dreams for your children never go away, they just need to adapt to the changing circumstances.