Tag: death

The Mysteries of the Afterlife

The Mysteries of the Afterlife

A country song has been playing quite a bit on the radio and it’s a great song. It’s called Heaven by Kane Brown and it this beautiful song talking about how people are in a rush to get to heaven because it’ll be amazing and all that but he has found himself a woman he calls his angel right here on Earth and he would rather stay with her. Like I said it’s a great song and it has me wondering about the future and the afterlife. This song and going to the thrift shops where you see old pictures of people who have lived years ago.

Ryan and I went to the thrift shops looking for a Halloween costume for myself and for our youngest daughter who will be 3 months old for her first Halloween. But as we looked around, we noticed a lot of items from the past including old photograph of people. I turned to look at Ryan and asked him if this is what will happen to all of our family photos and our other items in the future once we are gone, if all of our things will be in thrift shops like these items. He truthfully told me that it could be a huge possibility and that made me quite sad and wonder if we are wasting all our time and money on photos.

So all of this and watching those who are older passing and even those who are our age or younger passing away has e seriously wondering and questioning what is to come. I believe in God, Jesus, Heaven, and Hell but I also believe in an afterlife where there are spirits or ghosts who stay on Earth as I myself have experienced the paranormal side. And questions are now flowing through my mind where I have no answers. What will happen to us? I mean what really happens to us when we die? Do we stay on Earth as ghosts if we wish? Or do we pass through a white light and go to Heaven where we exist as we did on Earth where we can see one another and touch one another? Or will we just be a floating ball of energy while in Heaven or stuck on Earth in that form watching our loved ones as they grow up? Do we just simply not exist once we die and our souls go poof?

Yes I have heard that there are books about what some have seen once they had died and came back and no I have yet to read any but I doubt that will answer my questions fully. I might give some of those books a look at to ease my mind and these questions but I know that I will still be wondering and a part of me will still be curious as well as a bit afraid of what is to come when it’s my turn to die.

I don’t know what will happen or what to think will happen to us once we pass on but I have been thinking about it for quite some time now and would love to hear what others believe or think will happen to us once we are gone. Do you have any theories you’d like to share? If you do, please comment and let me know. I would love to read them and maybe it’ll help quiet my own wondering mind.

We Don’t Say Goodbye, We Say Cya Later

We Don’t Say Goodbye, We Say Cya Later

Dedicated to my cousin: Rose, who has gone home after a very long battle with cancer.

 

She sits watching her two energetic sons rip open their Christmas presents while she rests on the couch. A shimmer in her eye and a smile on her face, she talks excitedly with them, her husband, and her other family members who have spent the holiday with her. She continues to laugh even when she hears the soft voice breath in her ear.

“Rose, my angel, you’re tired. Please come home.”

“Just one more day,” she whispers back to the voice.

“But you have asked for so many more days and you have fought well. Please come home and rest,” God answers.

“I know I keep asking but please, God, one more day.”

God smiles gently and brushes back some of her hair from her worn yet brave face, “Of course, my angel.”

The New Year rings loudly across the world as the world happily celebrates 2018 and once again Rose talks excitedly with her family about what the future may hold. And again, God comes to her and whispers in her ear to come home and rest but she still asks for one more day. God nods and obliges her, letting her continue her fight.

God comes to her one last time early in the morning on January 4th and kneels down beside her as she sleeps in bed. She stirs a little, having felt his presence and opens her exhausted eyes to look at him “Rose, my angel, you are tired. Please come home and rest. You have done a beautiful job with your sons and your husband. Your family and friends of course will miss you but it’s time to come home. You have won your long battle and deserve your rest.”

Rose sighs heavily and nods, feeling proud for what she has accomplished: meeting and marrying her soulmate and best friend, Raising two beautiful strong sons, having countless friends that she could always rely on and they could always rely on her, the best family any girl could ask for. A smile spreads across her face and she nods again. “All right, God. I am ready to come with you.”

God gently takes a hold of her hand and helps her stand from her body and bed, her eyes flickering with love and hope as she looks at her family that surrounds her. “This isn’t goodbye so I’ll just say I’ll cya later,” she says as she turns away and walks alongside God, hand in hand, and feeling freer than ever. She glances back to see two beautiful feathered white wings spread from her back and she grins, looking at God, who smiles delicately and nods.

“You have earned your wings, my angel.”

 

It’s not goodbye, dear Rose, it’s a cya later. May you rest in peace now that you’ve become another one of God’s angels. We love you and will miss you but we know it’s time for your to rest after being such a strong warrior and fighting the cancer for so long and to go home with God. Always know that your family and friends will never forget you and that you sons with the help of their amazing dad and other family members will grow up to become wonderful gentlemen. So again I say to you dear cousin, we will see you later.