What Do You Know About the Meaning of Death? (Part IV)
Hi Susan, thank you for discussing this topic. I have been waiting for someone to discuss death with because my friends and people in my life refuse to talk to me about it. Lately, I often have dreams of my grandma and grandpa, they loved me so much when I spent my summer vacations with them during my school years. They passed away the same year, three months apart. I was so sad for years after they passed away. They seem so happy, young, and relaxed in my dreams. I have faith that they are not dead but are in different dimensions now. Your thoughts give me great comfort. Finally, I can live my life without worrying about my grandparents anymore. I am grateful, Susan.
Since my husband passed away in a car accident, I spent many hours every day contemplating the final moments of his death. It seemed strange and discomforting initially, but I found solace in thinking through my feelings about death because I could feel his presence whenever I meditated and thought about him. It has been two years since I lost him. Today, I am free of depression and anxiety. I want to share with your readers that facing the notion of death gives me the strength to live an actual waking life, without complaining about my family members, peers, clients, and even my two dogs and three cats. I used to hate my poor parents and my teachers at high school. I am more grateful now to all the people in my life because they are the mirrors that reflect my life and my view of the world. I am more present today to be happy and kind to myself.
To me, death is a triumph because glorious joy finally removes the pain and sorrow, if there is any. I believe death is just an act of closing my eyes to the world. I am almost eighty; I have lived caring for others and helping many people. It is strangely empowering and uplifting to think about the day of my final moment. I do not fear death anymore, and I have no regret about this life. I plan to have a memorial gathering on my eightieth birthday inviting all my children, relatives, siblings, neighbors, and friends. I want to hear how they might remember me, not wait for them to talk with my dead body. I want to carry their words, smiles, tears, resentments, and joys to my next life or next phase of new experiences. People should be open to talking about death because it is crucial to accept it as inevitable. Living a happy life today is more important than wasting time trying to avoid death. And every day, without wasting a moment of hating or resentment, the loved ones who appear in your life train you to be patient, compassionate, non-judgmental, and forgiving.
The thought of death always makes me a turn to hope. When I think of my death at 100 years old, the faces of those I love come to me. It is a beautiful feeling of hope and love. It centers and grounds me again. It sometimes lifts me up when I feel tired or down because my job is demanding and stressful. Although I do not fully understand the meaning of death or life, I have no fear of it anymore.
To Be Continued.