A Father Lost A Spirit Set Free

ETERNAL SPIRIT

Heather's Dad Herb, just died....

Oh I am so sorry!

What I believe to be true; I could be wrong. Anyone can be wrong about such things as death after all most of us do not personally know someone who has lived through it. Right?  I could be wrong but my spirit says I am right. What I believe about death and dieing; my beliefs are my own.

Oh I am so sorry! About Heather's Dad Herb; Herb just passed away. Oh I am so sorry but! It seems no matter what the conversation or the subject, I always have a "but". This is the place, though maybe not asked for further thoughts or feelings, I feel compelled to expel whatever fluttering I have bouncing around in my head.

I was once told,"When one wants to talk about religious, spiritual, matters of the higher spirit kind, your belief center, you will know when you should keep your silence." In other words you will know when your opinions (ak) beliefs in such things, if you listen to your inner voice, that place at the top of your head that tells you "not now"; keep your thoughts to yourself. I hear no such voice speaking to me now and the following lines of this text reflect my personal beliefs about dieing and the spirit living on.

The body can only take so much; our spirit is so much stronger than the vessel it resides in. When the vessel, in this case a mans body, is too weak to hold the spirit back, the spirit must break free!

His Herb soul has taken flight, released from his human cocoon; energized by its freedom becoming an ethereal light! Only his Herb shell is broken; life is eternal in spirit.

She Heather will always have him near in spirit and memory.

A man released of struggle and pain; spirit of light, a spiritual being moving on to his next plane of existence. Not death. Your spirit does not die. Not death but a metamorphosis. A spirit without the restraints of an earthly body. And so we shall follow! Rejoice in his existence and celebrate his new journey.