DEATH

Everybody thinks of DYING.

I am kind of fixated about the subject. It started with my father’s death.

I used to and still pray to GOD, let me die when my son & daughter are old enough to take care of themselves. Why are we so afraid to die? Is it really because of our family or is it because we love the material world? The world often throws back that nobody is indispensable.

Indian (Hindu) scripture : Our Bhagwad Gita also teaches us –

Whatever happened, it happened for good.
Whatever is happening, is happening for good.
Whatever that will happen, it will be for good.
What have you lost for which you cry?
What did you bring with you, which you have lost?
What did you produce, which has destroyed?
You did not bring anything when you were born.
Whatever you have, you have received from HIM.
Whatever you will give, you will give to HIM.
You came empty handed and
you will go the same way.
Whatever is yours today was somebody else’s yesterday and will be somebody else’s tomorrow.
Change is the law of the universe.

Lord Krishna explained, “Why do you worry without cause? Whom do you fear without reason? Who can kill you? The soul is neither born, nor does it die”. This body is not yours, neither are you of the body. The body is made of fire, water, air, earth and ether, and will disappear into

these elements. But the soul is permanent.  - so who are you?

Thus Lord Krishna teaches us that soul lives, whether your body remains or is gone.

I remember after Dad passed away, I was desolate with grief. I loved my father and for me my

anchor was no more.

I cried, ignored my husband and my children. I acted as if I was a tragedy queen. It must have been difficult for my husband to live with me. I thought of the time, I spent with my father and

fresh tears would roll down.

I blamed myself as his eldest daughter; I should have been more responsible towards his health. He has suffered a mild attack some years ago. But he was always brimming with life and

energy. Who ever thought that his heart is weak!

Well, I cried myself to sleep everyday. I was an orphan and though married felt, I was all alone in

this wide world.

One night, as usual, I cried and fell asleep.

Daddy was walking towards me, he was wearing a navy blue trouser and a white shirt (usually he wore white shirts to work). He was frowning and looked upset with me. I was so happy to see him alive and well, that I didn’t pay attention to his mood. He looked at me angrily and said,

“Please stop, let me go”. I still remember how agitated he sounded and looked.

I woke up with a start. 11years ago, I was upset that he was angry with me and he didn’t

appreciate that I loved him so much that life had lost any meaning.

Maybe he wanted his soul to be free from earthly attachments and I was stoping him.

Today, I feel, hope and believe that his soul is alive and he is much happy now then when he

was in this material world.