“becoming aware or your own mortality”. This was part of a comment I read on a page recently. When someone close to you dies you do become aware of the temporary nature of life in its present form. This certainly rings true for me. Also, a recent post on social media from a friend on the subject of death – her young boy insisted on attending the funeral of an elderly relative. He had never been to one before. The boy commented after the burial about “experiencing the miracle of life”. This child is wise beyond his years. I cannot change the past, but I can influence the future. As a child I did not see death as an extension of this life. Death was a finality. An end. A reason to be thoroughly distraught. I don’t want my kids to see it that way. I want them to see it as I do now – as an extension of life. Going from one form to another. Going back to our original form – spirit. It takes an infinite amount of faith which – upon my sister’s passing – I was granted. The kind of faith that comes from life experience. For now I simply tell my children that although we can no longer physically be with our loved one they are with us all the time in spirit. I believe they understand it in their own way.