Saturday night a life left the earth–at least from most eyes. He was a dear man, loved to fish, loyal to his family, hard and compassionate worker. He also lived in the 60s and remembered the fights for freedom on campus that we had. All of a sudden his heart was attacked and the body said “enough.”
Even though I wasn’t as close as a friend, we worked side by side for years. I remember his laugh, his rolling eyes complaint about the talkative neighbor near his cubicle. He had a little sports car to enjoy–though his son borrowed it now and again. And there was the big fish he almost caught all the time.
He’s fine on the other side, I’m fine on this side. My 3-dimensional self has and probably will shed more tears. I have a sketch of his in my office now–his “notes” of meetings were involved sketches of hills, trees and clouds. Now he can sketch from another viewpoint.
Just remember Larry. Another near-death experience that reminds me how precious life is.
Larry and all the people in our life whom we get to mesh with and experience life with. Where do these thoughts of “the other side” come from. They are consistent with our tribe. WE come. WE love. WE hate. WE cry.
We depart to the other side and leave lovers, family, friends and others.
Do we stop Being? (Human) Somewhere along the path, we get to loose self and BE. I AM.
So maybe the higher light from where we came takes us back. Maybe it is already in us and we are in it. Maybe we are already enlightened and are naive to see who we really are.
When I was a child, I played and took no though of what was and what wasn’t. It was enough to be ME in the moment. Then I learned to not be me and….forgot about the other side.