Such a dark word.
What is death? That moment that your heart just stops beating? Is that all?
Why is it so tragic? Why the loss so great?
Is it that we really miss the heart beating? The muscles working to pick up the body and move from place to place?
Is it the speech, or the words?
Is it the body, or the person beneath?
And just how much are the two one whole?
It seems that it's really the body is really only a house that the spirit of the person lives in.
It's a transportation device taking the spirit from place to place.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
When you look into someones eye's you know. Yes, there's something more.
More than skin, more than bones. It's who they are.
You loved speaking with them?
The way they made you feel.
You loved the look in their eyes when they were happy.
How can you tell me that that spirit dies. Tell me that's it's dead.
No, the body is merely gone. The spirit is something eternal.
One look into those eyes and you know.
Who they are, they love that they share will never die.
The question is-where does it go?
If it isn't here anymore, where?
There are theories.
Which one to choose?
I propose love.
Because it is the only thing that can overcome death.
The love someone has can never die, though their body is gone, the love will always be alive and with you.
“You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.”-C.S. Lewis