Life After Death

Juan - Los Angeles, California
Entered on February 17, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: afterlife
  • Podcasts

    Sign up for our free, weekly podcast of featured essays. You can download recent episodes individually, or subscribe to automatically receive each podcast. Learn more.

  • FAQ

    Frequently asked questions about the This I Believe project, educational opportunities and more...

  • Top Essays USB Drive

    This USB drive contains 100 of the top This I Believe audio broadcasts of the last ten years, plus some favorites from Edward R. Murrow's radio series of the 1950s. It's perfect for personal or classroom use! Click here to learn more.

This I believe: I believe there is life after death. I believe that when you die, you awaken from a deep sleep that was called “life”. I never grew up with much religion in my life. My parents never constrained me to one; they gave me freedom to select a religion I felt was adequate. Until this day I haven’t chosen one. I like to take chunks from different religions in order to create my own understanding.

I believe in serenity, the serenity encountered when you fall into deep thought about the person who just passed. The serenity I felt when I realized my grandfather was finally in god’s hands.

My grandfather’s death hit me the worst, he was not only my grandfather, but my father and friend. I could tell him anything; he always encouraged me to do what I needed to do in order to succeed. I saw my grandfather on September 7th, 2007 at 6pm, at 7pm he got terminally ill, and at 2am, September 8th, 2007 he was gone. I never had a chance to say goodbye, I never had a chance to ask him anything. I relied on him too much; I asked his opinion about everything, down to what car I should buy. His opinion meant so much to me, which is why it was so hard to lose him.

I believe he is still alive in us, through memories, pictures, and video. Wait, but regardless it still isn’t the same. I am not the same. I’ve been a totally different person ever since his death. I was so attached that now I feel he abandoned me. Even after a year and a half I don’t feel motivated. He was my motivation! I don’t feel that drive I once felt.

I believe: I am not the same. I feel like a lost dog running around trying to find a place to fit in.

I understand the cycle of life.

But don’t believe it should’ve been him yet.

I believe in life after death.