Why I am doing this...

Does anyone know what actually happens at the time of death? Is it all over or do our loved ones look down upon us with sympathy or glee?

For me, I feel certain that at death, the soul/spirit (whatever you want to call it) becomes all-knowing. In an instant, the past, future and the meaning of it all becomes clear. Perhaps this is wishful thinking. Perhaps it is a completely fictional story I tell myself in order to make my own sense of this world. In any case, I give myself this small comfort, this belief, this deep knowledge that my loved ones who have died truly see me for all that I am. Down to my toes.

I lost my brother last year to suicide, and I miss him more and more each day. There are many things I didn't get to share with him while he was alive. It's especially poignant because I was really looking forward to being closer with him, and made sure that he knew it just days before his death. Although I feel certain that I have no need to tell him anything now (as he is dead and all-knowing) for my own peace of mind I find it helpful to tell him, talk to him about the everyday and more meaningful things in my life. So here it is. A Blog with my Bro. May he be resting peacefully.

Love you, Jeff.