The Soul Lives On
Last Saturday night I had to go to an event where a family was remembering their young daughter’s untimely death caused by a angry driver 5 years ago. They have used their sorrow to form a foundation in her name, Emily Shane, to serve many other children. They were celebrating all the children they have been able to help through this foundation. I attended the party to support them and their cause, and to honor Emily Shane.
Because I was going to a celebration, I wanted to dress up. I wanted to acknowledge the Shane family’s courage and good will, and learn from them. They have turned their sorrow into a happy occasion for other children. I’m glad I went, but when I returned home I realized how exhausted I was. On the surface I looked okay, but I could only think about how life has to go on. Just days before, I had returned from Michigan after cremating my father. Here I was, returning from a party only days after saying good bye to my father. So, I took a selfie as I was resting pensively. I posted it on Facebook and got a lot of likes. Most of these FB friends did not know what I was thinking when I took this selfie, what I was trying to capture in that moment.
On a normal party day I love to dress up, but it was different and difficult that night because of my loss, my grief. My dad had been sick for a while. He had been going back and forth from nursing home to hospital for several years. The last few months were especially difficult. My dad had given up. He did not want to put in the effort to get better. April 30th, 2015 he gave up and left his physical body.
At the time of physical death, Life doesn’t end, we just leave the tired body. My dad was tired and weak, and he did the same. I believe his Soul lives on! I am happy that he is free!