Agnostic to my cells, I will go into dying not knowing.
And that's okay with me.
I could guess...
I felt my Dad's presence for a long time after he died.
I didn't feel my mother's.
I think my Dad was PRESENT, in my life. And loving.
So that made sense. My mother was absent.
I know that I was alone with him when he died and that
in the last moment his expression changed, and the best way I
can describe it was that a blast of wonder came over his face.
I trusted him, emotionally. He also was devout (never preaching,
just christlike). And he was a geographer, ever curious about the
world.
So it makes sense to me that as a humble explorer, he went down that
tunnel toward the light with faith, trust in the god he believed in,
curiosity, openness...and when he hit that massive light, it all opened
up, and he was pure awe, wonder, and amazement. I figure he just
merged with it, in a way, and the loss of individuality was not a loss.
If god is love and ONLY love, no books or arguments involved, then
I could believe. As it is, I think I'm permanently agnostic, so my
thoughts about afterlife are simply, I don't know but I remain open.
I hope I will go out with a blast of wonder, and love. But I don't know.
Hops