Some people believe the spirit of a person comes from God. Others believe there is no such thing. What is the spirit of a human being and where does it go when we die?
That which makes a person alive is not the body but what is within. It is our sense of humor, our sadness, our fears, our thoughts, and all that goes into living.
When a person dies that is all gone and what is left is a body. Therefore, I believe that our spirit exists in life. Does it exist somewhere after death? What happens to the laughter? What happens to the sadness? What happens to the fear? Are all of our thoughts just gone?
After we lose a person, is it just the memories that keep them alive in our own minds? What does their life mean?
Many people do not like to hear or acknowledge the word, spiritual. It connotes a religious view. But you cannot deny our spirit lives within us while we are alive. It is life!
My mother is gone now. But her words and ways are within me, as her daughter. It is as simple as scraping a dish after a meal. I continue to scrape the dish, until empty, nearly clean, because that is the way my mom did it. It is not necessarily a conscious decision. It just the way I learned to do things.
As I saw my parents and two children after death, be so still, no expression of sadness, no happiness, no fear, I wondered where did their life spirit go? Perhaps that is why some people choose to believe there is another place for that spirit.
As I lost my children some years before the loss of my parents, I choose to believe that they do have eternal life in another place. My sadness and pain at losing them at young ages, makes me want to hope for the day I will see them again. I want to see them laugh and smile again, as they do in my memory of them.
A sweet baby's face, with the sweet little smile, and enjoyment of his eight months of life cannot just have disappeared into thin air. Even 35 years later, his spirit lives on, in me.
My handsome young 24 year old son, who worked so hard in his life, and left us too early, left me with memories of his sense of humor, and teasing of his little brothers. The love he showed love for his children, is a replica of the love I had for him.
Never a day goes by that I do not think of these four people and the affect they had on my life. Even when I am not thinking about them at all, something comes up that reminds me of their spirit.
Is it just in my memories of their spirit of life or is their spirit somewhere, where we will be united again? And laugh an joke, and remember how it used to be!