PASS AWAY OR PASS ON

Death.

When a person dies, what happens.

We only are aware of what's left behind.

Dreams dashed, hope ends, emptiness abounds.

There's a sick feeling of despair and finality.

A void that nothing could ever fill.

But what happens to the person that died.

It was a person.

Someone's mother or sweet daughter.

Do they just simply cease to be?

Some know, and others hope, that it's just the body that stops working.

That a person is not just the body that they live in.

Just like a person is not the house that they live in.

So is physical death a person passing away - gone

or did they pass 'on' to something or someplace else?

Many believe that a person is made up of body and soul.

They believe that after man was made, his Maker breathed

the breath of life, (his soul) into him and made him a living soul.

So now at conception, we are body and soul, our body grows and grows

but what happens to the soul?

Does the soul die when the body dies?

Does the 'full being' of the person just pass away?

And what's a spirit, anyway? Is it the same as a soul?

The answers will come.

LOSING A DAUGHTER. GAINING PERSPECTIVE.

For me, it’s been just like a nightmare.

Just can’t be real.

My relationship with my daughter has always been distant.

Not emotionally, my kid loved me and I knew it.

My job from the time when she was 18 months old and she moved across the country was to make damn sure that she knew

1) she had a dad and

2) that she had a dad that loved her.

It broke me when the family split,

I believe that the Almighty invented and sanctified marriage.

After all, that’s what makes a family.

Not civil partners or co-workers or a mob blood initiation, no, it’s when a man marries a woman and they create a kid.

That’s a family.

So we were a family, separated by tension, bitterness and about 3,000 miles.

I was allowed by court order to call my kid on Tuesdays and Thursdays

between 2 and 2:30pm, only (what a nice judge).

Well, I made damn sure I did.

No matter where I was or what I was doing, I stopped, found a payphone and called back East.

Naturally, she would be eating or sleeping or just not interested to gum the phone at the particular time, but, I called.
For years.

I never ‘moved on with my life’.

I never re-married and had few ‘girlfriends’.

My girl was back East and she was just a kid.

But I called and called and called, for years.

MORE TO COME