When Dad passed away, i was feeling very lost. Where had he gone away all of a sudden? i asked questions …many of them on life and death. As I watched the rituals unfold in front of me and Dad’s last rites, I really wondered if all this made any sense to the departed person.
I did mention this to “A”. He gave me his version. “A” thinks life is a form of energy. And energy cannot be destroyed, killed or removed, it is converted from one form to another. So then going by this explanation, if life is energy, what is it converted to when death occurs? “A” didnt have an answer, and said, these are things which science has to still find an answer too.
I am still lost.. Coudnt come to terms with Dads death, until I came across this beautiful piece on a blog titled Source of Inspiration. It sure has been a source of insupiration for me and I just had to reblog it.
So with all due credit to the blogger here is a must read.
Why does the finality of death
scare us? What is it about
us that makes us want there
to be more to life than
what we experience here?
We are born, complete our
life cycle, which may or
may not include reproduction,
then we die. A cucumber,
beetle, tree, me.
Simple.
So, why do I want more?

