Love does not die alongside the physical body and the less needed parts of the ego may simply be shed and replaced by a more expansive way of being. A girlfriend once said to me that when her mother died, it was of she had simply entered a different room. When I began to suddenly lose my friends and relatives to death over a short period of time, I knew that while their bodies had ceased to exist, that they had not. After my father died I remember thinking, 'My God. He's not dead," meaning that he was not as non-existent as I thought he would be. This feeling persisted throughout the deaths to follow. And so I longed to find them, but how?
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