We have had a good and happy life…. we don’t have a lot of friends or family, but what we have we appreciate…
We’ve known many more animals than we have people…. and we miss both the animals and people that have passed on…..
People have all kinds of theories on what lies in store for us after we leave these earthly bodies…. but it’s all conjecture.
I can say I believe I saw into the next world when a loved one passed on fifty miles away….. but I don’t know….
the mind is vague and hides many things, and I cannot always tell reality from a vision….
even those who say there is nothing cannot prove there is nothing… everything is theories and conjecture….
and I have my own theories… and they mean no more than anyone else’s……
but just as a funeral is for the benefit of the living left behind, so too does belief in an afterlife matter to many left behind…..
as for the dead, they have or don’t have life in whatever form it is or is not….
but to many here, it is sweet to think of a blissful place, with eternal sunshine, wracked bodies healed, and in youthful bloom….
it is comforting to think of our deceased loved ones living happily, and awaiting us there….
and that is good…. live happily…. and without worry…. whatever happens will happen to us, and if it is Paradise that’s great, and if it is nothing that’s fine too…. because we won’t know or be aware of the loss of the dream…..
We all are going through life like actors in a giant cosmic film …. but we do have some authority to change the screenplay…. we can make ourselves be a villain if we wish, or we can be ‘the good guy’….. I prefer to play ‘the villain’ in film… but in the film of my life, that’s not the role I aim for. Remember, YOU have the highlighter to your screenplay in real life….. you also have the scissors to cut out any text or action that you’ve written in before….. you can change your own screenplay…..
I got this e-mail from my parents…. I find it touching because if nothing else it shows how good people can be…..
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Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed
away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how
much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so
that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her
that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with
you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have
her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her.
She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her
so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss
her.
Love, Meredith
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith
and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then
Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because
she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to
heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post
office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.
I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front
porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened
it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped
to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its
opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey &
Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and
I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it
stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need
our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in
so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and
have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping
you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I
picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and
remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am
wherever there is love.
Love, God
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Someone in the ‘dead letter’ portion of the Post Office has a good heart…..
always try to do good…..