The body dies but the spirit lives on in the stories we tell about the values, opinions, beliefs, and practices of the body which has died.
I had a dream last night about my paternal grandmother who died when I was 21. My aunt, her daughter, complained to me that I had not visited her and that she missed seeing me. I defended myself by telling my aunt, "But I thought she died?" My aunt repeated her statement, "No, she is alive and well and wants to see you."
"Okay," I said, "I'm sorry. I guess I was mistaken. I will go and see her."
I did go to see her and apologized. I said to her, "Grandma, I thought you had died."
She said, "No, I've been here and I've missed you."
She was quite different in that she seemed very happy and enjoying her life and I was very happy to learn she was alive and I could visit her now. We had a delightful visit and I look forward to many more. It was a joy to reconnect.
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