I had my first dream about my dad the night before last...since his passing, I have found myself doubting my beliefs on life after death, which in turn has had me feeling a gamut of emotions...pure, raw emotion...I watched my dads body shut down, starting with his extremities, until it was just his center...the complete opposite of how we begin our lives...it was pure animal, body, instinct, rather than the fading of spirit I expected to see...after speaking with a wise Buddhist friend who told me, beautiful are the mysteries of life, and then later the same night, reading a blog post by another very wise friend who said the exact same thing, I was able to accept not seeing an actual spirit arising from his body...that night, I had my dream of my dad...I saw a corner of his face and one arm...the rest was covered with a sheet...I felt scared at first, but then he smiled, and I watched as he began to fade away into light...his fingertips were the last to fade...beautiful are the mysteries of life...
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 17:43:53 +0000
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