Death is an end. An end to a story. Who is the hero carrying the story? What are her qualities? What are her faults? What is her core desire? What is her goal? What is her strategy? What is her fear? Where does her story start? Where does her story go through? We know where her story ends. But did it end?
A story is a metaphor for divine lessons or principles. What can we learn from the story of Jesus, Romeo and Juliet, Winston churchill or Gandhi? What is the point of their stories?
What is the point of her story? This doesn’t need a definitive answer. Everyone can answer this one alone.
Her story might be over, but ours isn’t. We don’t do funerals for the dead. We do them for the living. What is the gift her story is giving? What is the lesson her life can give us? What do WE do with this lesson?
If we, the living, don’t learn the lessons from her story. We might be repeating some patterns of suffering. If we don’t apply the lessons. We might be passing them on to the next generation. If the next generation doesn’t realize the lessons, the next generation might repeat those patterns.
That is what death is all about. It’s about change. Things need to end to give space for the new. Imagine if every living thing never died what our planet would like? We would be swamped with dinosaurs, megasharks, gigantic trees and-
I digress. Some people believe in reincarnation. others in hell or paradise, others believe in nothingness. The greatest act we can do for the dead is taking the gifts the story of their life and honor them integrating it in OUR story. Whatever that story may be.
I hope there was a point to everything she went through.
