Facing our own mortality is difficult. Imagining the death of a loved one is too...Dealing with the reality of their loss is grief.

But always it is the fear of the unknown. What happens?..Is it really over?

For me,,,I have come to a satisfying understanding of this uncomfortable fear. Somehow through my experiences I have found myself able to sit quietly with Death and see it's limitations...

It has some...

For me,,,I have no concept of having missed any of the past. Somehow I have a feeling that I have been with it,,,the past I mean,,in some way shape or another. Though I'm oblivious to many of the infinite details of it,,,I am somehow familiar with it,,,,beyond the dates and times in History books.

I just don''t seem to feel as though I've missed anything. I can't define this sense of acceptance...but as I learn more about all that has gone on and by,,,I feel some comradship to it all...maybe it is the stardust in me...it knows from where it came...

And that is how I see the future too....

Somehow I will be part of it..in some way shape or form...

It is comforting to know this...It makes me less afraid.

IMHO.

Lenny