I don't know.
Lately, I've been thinking about the question of where do we go after we die.
This year, four people I knew quite well departed from this earth.
In January, Anne Marie, a former co-worker, died from breast cancer. She was 54 years old.
In March, Bonnie, a former classmate and my first high school date, died her her sleep. She was 68 years old.
Last month, Bill, another former classmate, died from prostate cancer. He was 68 years old.
Last week my mother died from complications of old age. She was 86 years old.
I knew all of these people well enough to ask them "So what's it like on the Other Side?" I've been asking but I haven't received an answer........yet.
A few years ago another classmate of mine, Steve, knew he was dying. I asked him how he was handling that knowledge. He wasn't sad or upset . Very matter of faculty he said "I've always wondered what it was like on the Other Side, now I'll find out." I asked him to let me know when he got there. He must still be on his Journey because I haven't heard anything from him.
Here is what I think happens.......nothing. I would like to believe that I will be reunited with my little Pomeranian dogs who I loved so much during their lifetime.
I would like to think that I would be reunited with friends I've lost over the years.
I would like to think that I would be reunited with family that has passed on.
I really would like to meet and find out about my ancestors, being the genealogy nut that I am.
But I have to be realistic. What is probably going to happen is what happens when we go to sleep every night.....a blank void.
I know that my friends and family who follow a religion probably don't agree with me. That's fine. I don't judge them and they shouldn't judge me. I mean no offense to anyone who follows a religion but to me religion is all about obedience. You obey and "praise the Lord" (I never understood the need for all the praise by the way) and you'll get into Heaven.
If that is what works for you, then I'm happy for you. Like I said, I don't judge. But to me, and I'm not a lost soul, that just doesn't make sense. If anything I think our soul at death is dispersed into an infinitesimal amount of atoms, only to be reassembled at a later date in a different life form to go through this thing called Life again. Maybe I'm a Buddhist at heart.
So to all those who think they know what happens after we die, where is your proof? Until someone contacts me from the Other Side, I'm going with reincarnation. Maybe I'll come back as a seagull. Maybe that was Steve in the sky yesterday at the Coast Guard station trying to contact me by flying above me. Steve? Steve? Is that you?