Below you can find the last chapter on this blog from the book Thank you, mum. I hope it touches your heart.
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about to quickly step into the yard, I grab a jacket, any jacket. I can wear
all of them; somehow, I've become the smallest one in the family.
I'm the mother of three boys. Boys,
who were once babies, fully reliant on me. My babies turned into kids and now all
of a sudden, they're teenagers. It's hard to picture them being all grown up. I
remember how you used to give me a funny look, Mum, when you'd gone a little
loopy and I told you I was fifty years old. I couldn't possibly be fifty!
Somehow, you felt like I'd outgrown you.
When I look back at old pictures of
my children, I smile with melancholy. But I don't mourn, even if those babies
no longer exist, I know that my boys still do. We're all constantly changing
shapes, it is only when we change from living to dead that we believe it's
over. That life has come to an end, not to a new beginning.
The more I think about it, that we believe
that death is the final end, the more absurd I think it is. I'm an engineer,
but you don't have to be an engineer to know that energy doesn't disappear. It just changes form. We're all energy. That energy doesn't just go away when we die. It
Back in the day, people believed the
world to be flat; today that's laughable. I believe that in a few generations
from now we'll laugh at how people believed that when people die, they're gone
forever. By the way, we don't have to wait that long. A lot of cultures already
see death as a transformation, a change. Not an end. Like Deepak Chopra so
beautifully wrote in his book, Life after
"Death itself was seen as a
brief stopping point on an endless soul journey that could turn a peasant into
a king and vice versa. [...] Death ended nothing; it opened up limitless
You're on to new adventures now, Mum. Another journey. You haven't left us. You're with me, with Dad, with my brother, and with Grandma. You're here as well as everywhere. You're free, Mum, on your eternal journey.
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This was a
chapter from the book Thank you, mum. A book for those who miss someone.
To read the first chapter, go to this post. To find all chapters, type Thank you mum in the search field on this blog.
If you would like to give the book to someone you think can be soothed by it, or to yourself, you can find it on Amazon, both as paperback and ebook.