THE WORLD HAS CHANGED

 

Dear Human,

The world has changed.

My father died two days ago, and boom, just like that, the world changed.

Time seems different too, since the passing of my dad. It feels as if it is slowing down, flashing hundreds of memories through my head. And each memory is a reminder that neither my mother nor my father are really truly dead, for they remain alive in my head. But even when my head no longer is, they still are not dead. Their energy remains. An energy that can never cease to exist. It cannot be exterminated. It can only be transformed.

So I will continue to take in all of life’s beauty as often as I am able to be mindful, aware, and tuned-in. Because I know that the same is true of you and me. That’s how miraculous it is to exist in this universe. We can never cease to be. We can only be changed.

Shall we all love each other more then? While we can touch one another with our hands, look into each other’s eyes, and hear each other speak? Yes, let us love. Let us love so deeply and so freely that the essence of our love stays present, even when our bodies leave this planet.
Let us love, 
Sheri

🌎Dear Human© #WUVIP
Sheri S Bessi, QMHA
Identity Counselor 

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39 Responses to THE WORLD HAS CHANGED

  1. Ralph says:

    (((((hugs))))) ❤

  2. Thank you my
    Friend. From very deep within. ❤️❤️❤️

  3. Exactly. The sadness comes not from the death of the body, but rather from the change of my life as human. My father is forever. His physical presence that no longer is leaves a tangible void. For this we grieve. Not for the transformation. Thank you sweet Arya for the beautiful poem. Love, Sheri

  4. PapaBear says:

    Such sad news you send, dear friend. I don’t know how to respond. The loss of someone close, someone you love dearly is so numbing. I know you will miss even the idea of being able to talk with him, but, they never really leave us. Sometimes in a quiet moment you will feel a soft touch, or a quiet whisper on the breeze, and you’ll know he’s still with you, watching you, loving you.
    Be at peace with his passing, Sheri. Love, and a hug….. xo

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