Have you realized how do we tend to avoid the word “Death”?

In our twisted mind we have developed so many superseding words, as we would commit to do whatever it takes not to say THAT! So we have: gone, passed away, deceased, departed and probably many more, but not dead. Some of you will say that it is about “the respect to those, who we love but are not with us anymore”, but is it truly the truth or another excuse? Is it not about the fear of death? So, if we will not even say the word, it will not get closer to us? We will be invisible to it?

Do you remember an amazing movie titled “Dead Poet Society”? How encouraging, inspirational and poetic it was? How much bliss these “dead people” brought to the lives of young and very much alive once? How much they changed the life of a professor, who however lost, in other ways..won totally. Did this movie, if you watched it, change you? I am sure most of us cried those tears of sentiment, compassion and true loss. Of course part of the success should be accredited to Robin Williams, who created fighting for rights to teach the way he feels fit professor, but we cannot forget the poetry of “Dead Poets” playing crucial role in the movie, transforming students into intelligent, individual thinking people.

There is also an endless amount of books from ancient to the present times dedicated to analyzing and explaining the process of dying. I guess the two most known, but frustrating to many are: “The Art of Dying” from Tibetan System and “The Book of Dead” from the Ancient Egyptian System. In our times people try to water-down this problem, so their books are (in my opinion) sentimental, optimistic (if possible), encouraging etc.

I had to face the death of my Mom in May of last year. This fact brought me to think about the essence of dying. Is it not just, in it’s simplicity, the process during which the soul leaves the body and physical body is placed in the soil to decompose. The body is empty and not needed anymore anyway. The most important part of us is not there anymore. Why then it is so hard to accept it? I understand, since I am still going through this process, that we simply miss the physical presence of this person. That we cannot touch their hands, give them a kiss, go for walk, hear their voice with our physical ears etc. But what is GONE in reality is the SOUL, not the person. The person is composed of these two elements: body and soul. Just before clinical death Soul leaves its protective shell, so the shell can be disposed. I know it sounds cruel to some, but this simplicity helped me stay sane.

The soul flies away to join the Spirit (due to the limitation of space here I will not go through all the processes in between). However it leaves, it remains with us. Hence we can talk with it, feel its energetic presence, count on its support etc. In fact we are never alone from the spiritual point of view. The love keeps us bonded for ever and ever. In the greatest spirit of us, this particular part of it dedicated to certain lifetime exist forever and is always accessible. Available to help. To be together. I guess we need is the time to learn to accept the physical absence.

This is what death is for me. If I have hurt your feelings, I apologize. Just don't tell me that I should be happy, since she doesn’t have to suffer anymore and that she is in a better place right now…since this (in my opinion) is diminishing what happened.