Many of us have come to the age where our grandparents begin to pass away. If they haven't yet, they will. And they will only be the first that we must face releasing. But, it seems to me, very much so, that those of our loved and admired ones that go into the void travel very much with us until the spirits they had known and love go out of the body too. The more people I know that have died, the more views I seem to be able to be guided by. The less attached to this world the more we will be able to hear what is just beyond it (and I mean just beyond it, like lifting a sheet out of the way), it seems to be a naturally occurring side-effect of meditation.
I wrote what is below to help those that I know deal with the nature of losing, wanting, and death. It's only purpose is to bring Peace, just to help you have it when suffering is at hand.
"Charlie"
ACT I
We are those that came before us. No matter where we go or what we do, we cannot escape what they made us. Our genes, our instincts, our will, our thought process. In a way their fates are carried on in us. So when we look back on the lives our forebearers lived we can see what they did that made their lives more positive, since they are always part of us, since we essentially are them, we can make our own lives better. So remember fondly and recall that when times are at their best there is always love present; hidden in the nudging movement of every influencing action.
ACT II
Words have no meaning unless you know the heart they come from. Not all words make it out to show best how we truly feel. And usually when we really want to say something meaningful, it becomes all the harder to speak. Words seem to fall just a little short of the moments they could have been used in. The few words a person gets out in their unscripted lives that even just touch the shaking moving power of the love that actually flows between us, beneath our egos and our super egos, well those are the nectar of our lives. The real meaning, the times we recall. The heart whispers softly and it rarely gets its words beyond our pride, our image, or our confusion. But the root of a heart remains the same, without words, or an explanation. If you listen deep enough every heart beats with love at the base. It is why everyone thinks they are right, because people have faith in their love. So, in the conclusion of the end, love is all we can leave behind, because it is all we have really been. Without an image, love is all there is. Love is the true constant. And it is love that will easily and naturally bring us together again.
Epilogue
May we calm the harsh burdens of each other's suffering with the power of true compassion and genuine caring so that we may bear our challenges with ease and greater understanding.