“What do you believe happens after death?” I asked Førge.
We were driving to the house where we’d been caring for a man named Be, both of us members of a community hospice care team that had provided Be with round-the-clock care for three weeks. Be had died the night before.
“Energy doesn’t just go away. I believe our energy becomes a part of something larger,” Førge said.
Be had always been something larger. I’d known them for less than a year, but each encounter left me feeling joyous. Their smile was delightful, and seeing it made me smile too. At community events, Be naturally held court. They often spoke of chosen family. Be once went on a cruise, sailing on the Queen Mary II. They wore a fabulous blue gown to the captain’s dinner and won the prize for best dressed. Be lived life large.
“What do you believe happens after death?” Førge asked me.
“I don’t know what it will look like or where it will be.” (I stopped to keep from crying.) “But I believe it will be just fine, whatever it is.”
“I believe in Love,” I continued. “Love will continue. Each of us will go on in Love after we die.”
Be loved to Love. I saw this most profoundly through their expressions of gratitude. In the last weeks of Be’s life, they were dependent on others for everything. “Thank you,” they’d whisper as they hugged me to get in and out of the wheelchair to the bathroom. “Thank you. I love you,” they’d say when someone said goodbye after a visit. I can only assume that this life of gratitude was the way they lived throughout their 90 years.
Love past. Love present. Why would we think there would be anything other than Love future after death?
I was driving when Førge texted me that Be’s pain medication was being increased. I pulled over and wrote the following, and I was fortunate enough to share it with Be and with others. I don’t know if Be heard it, and it doesn’t matter. What matters is that they know they were/are Loved, that they Loved/Love, and that Love will go on. I believe, this Be knew/knows. (Verb tenses get clunky when you’re writing about eternity.)
Release the pain and suffering you have experienced these recent weeks. For any harm you have caused in the 90 years of your life, you are forgiven, just as you forgive any harm you have known from others.
Embrace the love you have given and received not only during weeks of illness but also for the entirety of your life. Let go to go on in our memories, and let go to go on to the mystery that awaits us all.
Be blessed, Be.
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing those thoughts. And thank you for caring for Be.
It was an honor. I’m glad I could do it.
I’m so glad you wrote this post, Doug. Love the picture of Be…their beautiful spirit is captured in the photo. Thanks for being part of Be’s community that surrounded Be as they entered eternity. I’m sorry for your loss.
Thank you, Anne. It was an honor to be on the care team. I’m so glad I could do it.
This is really beautiful! Thank you for sharing! ❤️ Blessed Be ❤️
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