Our son died very suddenly in August of 2006. He would have been 50 in December. He had a massive aneurism while warming up for a tennis match. He left a wonderful legacy; he was so filled with the joy of life. Ever since I have been struggling to come to terms with his death. This is what I have come to believe. I believe in life after death. A transition of the soul from this body to some other form of life. What form I do not know, but I can conjecture. But I believe that the soul continues to grow until it reaches the ultimate oneness with God. I fear death in so much as I do not know what follows it, but I look forward to it as another new experience in a life that is filled with new experiences, confident that beyond death will be the opportunity for the continued growth of my soul.
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