INFtha14
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- Dec 9, 2008
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- 6w7
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- sp/sx
As I sit here knowing my orientation is in a few hours 
.
Of course I'm pondering.
My thoughts run over here, they run over there XD.
Well I was going over a situation that happened this morning i was dreaming but actually waking up.
I first heard loud knocking which I believe woke me even more so I shot up and looked at my door to see it open and of course I "thought"
I saw a rat climbing up the door.
Then i must of actually woke up completely
and my door was closed haha.
I immediately didn't freak out or anything i just laid there.
Well let me tell you something the me soon after my father passed *first 2 years. Maybe alittle bit of the third year* I would of freaked out. I would thought " was that my dad?" XD.
I can't believe I would even ask myself such a thing haha. Cause now I see what it was it was me still dreaming etc.
Of course my brain hopped over to with that in mind the possibility of " then what do these stories come from that people say they see there dead ones in ghost form or they contact them. Are they really real? Or just fiction being played out by our brains?
All my life I believed that my dad/grandparents etc. Were in this beautiful place called heaven watching down on us. I think they are watching down on us *relatives in general* but
not as ghosts or these visions perhaps?
I think what it is that keeps there "spirit" around is there essence. I know somewhere out there my dad is still looking out for me when I hear certain songs I know he liked/that we listened to or that remind me of him.
Or even his scent/ or the way some people share some physical traits
.
The third time I went for my license test *the one I passed woohoo* unusually my reg. Instructor couldn't make it. So I was being picked up to practice with some other instructor who as scary as it was looked alot like my father :O.
I mean the glasses on the nose...the whacky sense of humor. How much he motivated me like he knew me.
That was freaky I tell ya. This man never met me before at all. It was quite a feeling, as a sat there I felt like I with my father again.
Somehow I knew I would pass that day, I could feel it. I actually was sitting down with my neice alittle bit ago and I told her this cause she was missing her grandpa. Through this she helped me come to revelation.
My dad may not be alive anymore or even in that supposed "ghost" form they tell you about in stories/tv shows
.
But they find ways to communicate with you
that will get through to you. Like all of a sudden you hear a song that they loved or you both loved to listen to together. That driver instructor story I think is a great example of how my dads "essence" will live on and he will always be watching out for his family.
Or sometimes even the way the sun hits the ground cause it reminds you of when he was around and all that stuff. That is "Grandpa/my Dad" I told my cute little neices pieces.
*This point i was a freakin mess as was my neice. We were balling like babehs. Thank goodness it was just us there and no one else was there to see it. I hate crying in front of people, it feels embarrassing and I want to hide somewhere XD.*
I may not understand what really happens after death or the process of death and what happens after. Do we totally just disappear?
Well I think I have an answer that's good enough for me at least. I don't think we in the abstract disappear, physically yeah I guess.
Our memory will live on in our offsprings, sisters, cousins, friends, people's who's lives we touched perhaps. It's in our hobbies, what we liked, certain types of music we enjoy, our sense of humor/funny personality quirk we may have that a family member will hopefully see in somebody else and they if at least just for a moment will get to see a glimpse of the person they are greiving for.
It's like you still think of the person? They are still affecting your life? There essence is still around then cause the impact they had on you propels you foward so there still "here" in the abstract.
I don't know it comforts me.
Oh and real quick. My neighbor told me a story with a real good message.
About this person she knew who with her husband were planning for retirement cause they wanted to be able to go and see all these places. So finally he retires and she is excited that " finally" she and him can enjoy the fruits of there labor after saving up/preparing etc.
Well a few morning later I guess she found him dead from a heart attack in his chair. She never got to go on those vacations with her loved one that she has been "looking forward to". Moral of the story is don't wait to enjoy the pleasures that make living "living". To wait till tomorrow what you could do today, there is always room for living cause sometimes things change and all that dreaming of the future/anticipation/planning ahead will have been for nothing and what do you got? Nothing.
Well I'm going to go take care of somethings, go exercise, fold some laundry.
Spreading some love **
.Of course I'm pondering.
My thoughts run over here, they run over there XD.
Well I was going over a situation that happened this morning i was dreaming but actually waking up.
I first heard loud knocking which I believe woke me even more so I shot up and looked at my door to see it open and of course I "thought"
I saw a rat climbing up the door.
Then i must of actually woke up completely
and my door was closed haha.
I immediately didn't freak out or anything i just laid there.
Well let me tell you something the me soon after my father passed *first 2 years. Maybe alittle bit of the third year* I would of freaked out. I would thought " was that my dad?" XD.
I can't believe I would even ask myself such a thing haha. Cause now I see what it was it was me still dreaming etc.
Of course my brain hopped over to with that in mind the possibility of " then what do these stories come from that people say they see there dead ones in ghost form or they contact them. Are they really real? Or just fiction being played out by our brains?
All my life I believed that my dad/grandparents etc. Were in this beautiful place called heaven watching down on us. I think they are watching down on us *relatives in general* but
not as ghosts or these visions perhaps?
I think what it is that keeps there "spirit" around is there essence. I know somewhere out there my dad is still looking out for me when I hear certain songs I know he liked/that we listened to or that remind me of him.
Or even his scent/ or the way some people share some physical traits
. The third time I went for my license test *the one I passed woohoo* unusually my reg. Instructor couldn't make it. So I was being picked up to practice with some other instructor who as scary as it was looked alot like my father :O.
I mean the glasses on the nose...the whacky sense of humor. How much he motivated me like he knew me
. That was freaky I tell ya. This man never met me before at all. It was quite a feeling, as a sat there I felt like I with my father again.
Somehow I knew I would pass that day, I could feel it. I actually was sitting down with my neice alittle bit ago and I told her this cause she was missing her grandpa. Through this she helped me come to revelation.
My dad may not be alive anymore or even in that supposed "ghost" form they tell you about in stories/tv shows
. But they find ways to communicate with you
that will get through to you. Like all of a sudden you hear a song that they loved or you both loved to listen to together. That driver instructor story I think is a great example of how my dads "essence" will live on and he will always be watching out for his family.
Or sometimes even the way the sun hits the ground cause it reminds you of when he was around and all that stuff. That is "Grandpa/my Dad" I told my cute little neices pieces.
*This point i was a freakin mess
as was my neice. We were balling like babehs. Thank goodness it was just us there and no one else was there to see it. I hate crying in front of people, it feels embarrassing and I want to hide somewhere XD.*I may not understand what really happens after death or the process of death and what happens after. Do we totally just disappear?
Well I think I have an answer that's good enough for me at least. I don't think we in the abstract disappear, physically yeah I guess.
Our memory will live on in our offsprings, sisters, cousins, friends, people's who's lives we touched perhaps. It's in our hobbies, what we liked, certain types of music we enjoy, our sense of humor/funny personality quirk we may have that a family member will hopefully see in somebody else and they if at least just for a moment will get to see a glimpse of the person they are greiving for.
It's like you still think of the person? They are still affecting your life? There essence is still around then cause the impact they had on you propels you foward so there still "here" in the abstract.
I don't know it comforts me.
Oh and real quick. My neighbor told me a story with a real good message.
About this person she knew who with her husband were planning for retirement cause they wanted to be able to go and see all these places. So finally he retires and she is excited that " finally" she and him can enjoy the fruits of there labor after saving up/preparing etc.
Well a few morning later I guess she found him dead from a heart attack in his chair. She never got to go on those vacations with her loved one that she has been "looking forward to". Moral of the story is don't wait to enjoy the pleasures that make living "living". To wait till tomorrow what you could do today, there is always room for living cause sometimes things change and all that dreaming of the future/anticipation/planning ahead will have been for nothing and what do you got? Nothing.
Well I'm going to go take care of somethings, go exercise, fold some laundry.
Spreading some love **
