When we were young my parents attended a small church in Perkinsville, NY run by a priest named Tim Weider. I was very young, and don’t remember, but my parents still reflect so positively on those days. Tim eventually moved on from that church and that’s when my parents stopped attending. I was raised without any formal religion in my life, but often thought about the ideas of many religions. What happens when we pass on? Do we go to a good place, bad place, come back as a different person, another animal, or do we just stop like a battery operated toy that has been turned off?
I’ve thought about this a lot lately. I am still optimistic about the clinical trial in which I am enrolling tomorrow, but when I do pass on, I don’t want to be buried and associated with one spot, but cremated with my ashes spread and associated with an area. Remembered not with a gravestone, but through memories. One of the most spiritual places for me was my childhood home on Peglow Rd; building trails and rock walls in the woods, riding bikes on the back roads, and having campfires by the pond. No matter what happens next, I want my energy to be a part of this area; a foot hill in the Finger Lakes. Whether it is simply the carbon of my ashes becoming a part of the landscape or something more powerful. When my friends and family ride through the Finger Lakes and take in the amazing scenery, I hope they will think of me.
Tim, when I read your comment, which I re-posted below, I was truly moved. Without fully realizing it at the time, this is exactly what I’ve been trying to accomplish with my blog. So until that day comes my plan is to continue creating stories, building memories, and sharing my adventure.
Simply know that you are NOT your body. You are the unique presence of an Infinite Creative Love. We weave that unique Love-that-we-are into the lives of those about us…thru the words and actions of the material body that we’ve been given, that we live in…temporarily (for the time). That unique Love-that-we-are is timeless, and woven into their lives, creates them, enables them to be more real, more fully who they are. That unique Love-that-you-are is woven into their lives, into their love, to love timelessly. Because of your Love living in them, they are more fully who thay are. And someday, we learn that living in this mortal body is like living in a used car. When a dying eastern monk was surrounded by his brothers crying, “Master, Master, don’t leave us!!” he replied, “Leave you? Don’t be silly, where would I go? I’m simply trading in the old Ford.” Find Joy and Peace in the journey, Loving those you are with, from family and friends, to passing stranger, for that is where you will live, and your Love will create beyond the passing of the “well used Ford.” You body, yes, but you my friend, the presence of a unique Love, will not die.