Today my 5 year old asked me, "Will we recognize our bodies once we die"? I told her that we will have no need to recognize our bodies as it is our soul that has passed into the afterlife. All we will carry with us are our feelings. We will remember how we felt when we were hugged or spent our time with our loved ones or how proud we felt after having accomplished a desired feat. She seemed to understand my reasoning.
When I relayed the story to my husband, his reaction was "you said this instead of, we won't know until we are there". I was speechless for a while. Then I realized, for someone who has never really been touched by unnatural death, this kind of a response is clever. But for someone like me who has been surrounded by little children whose lights went out prematurely, this kind of reasoning is unfathomable.
I realized that because I have had to force myself to understand death, my response had to be spiritual and not has logical. How else can I make sense of watching infants suffer and die of afflictions which knows no bounds? What about the little village boy who happens to step on a landmine he did not know existed? No, I have to believe that something good and beautiful exists on the other side. These children are in much better hands, embodying much better things.
Be joy, you little souls.
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