I read this today and think of my father. http://www.cnn.com/2013/06/16/opin
It was a different generation, and I applaud the changes that have been made, the therapeutic explorations that are open to us, and I think of my father today. The last time I saw him I was getting on a plane to go to Mexico City. He hadn't wanted me to go so far away, but I was 19, and excited. I got on the plane and cried. He had hugged me in a way of never letting go. His eyes were huge. I got the phone call a few days later. I learned that he had been killed on a beautiful day riding his motorcycle. Of course, no helmet, in those days. I felt he was such a gifted, warm-hearted, loving man that God just reached down and lifted him up. He couldn't wait any longer, wanted him close. I don't think the wounds from his death closed for me until my mother's death. When we scattered her ashes, we saw my mother and father rising together, holding hands. They were formed of golden flakes of light. They floated up into the trees.
I read a book last night, Proof of Heaven, A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife. It is by Eben Alexander. I found comfort in it. I suppose we can't really "know", and yet, I feel my parents close, especially today. May this day give each of us what we need.