sandandfoam
Veteran Member
My Nan died on the 20th. Her mind was perfect right up to her last moment. I sat with her corpse for a while just after she died and although I could feel her in the room she was not in her body. That warm corpse on the bed was not her.
The more I live and experience life the more I feel that our bodies are no more us than our finger-nail clippings are.
I was sad at her passing, but I feel strongly that the veil between worlds is a thin one. The passing of loved ones fuels my hunger for life and I will continue to hold them close. I feel that our distance from our dead is in our own control.
The more I live and experience life the more I feel that our bodies are no more us than our finger-nail clippings are.
I was sad at her passing, but I feel strongly that the veil between worlds is a thin one. The passing of loved ones fuels my hunger for life and I will continue to hold them close. I feel that our distance from our dead is in our own control.