As a young adult, I used to see the passing of anyone as a final gesture, not something that was an extension of where they had already come from; the spirit world. Before we’re born into this life, I believe we come from spirit and have lived other lives.
As I prepare to say my goodbyes, I believe my father will go back to the spirit world and that he will live a life parallel to mine. Death, which still seems taboo to some and final to others, is neither for me. It’s just another life, not here with us.
Finally, on the 6th March 2013, my father held on to life until I returned to his house, then passed away peacefully. He was waiting until I got back to the house and drifted off as soon as I walked into his bedroom.
His life was complete.