THOUGHTS: THE AFTERLIFE

 

 

I lost my dad recently and more than ever, I realized how fragile life really is. What is that energy, that power, that consciousness which, when it was in that my dad's body, caused it to think, speak, move, love, feel and create? I have been reading about near death experience recently. In every one of those stories, there is a life review. It's a multifaceted. experiences from three facets—all simultaneously:

 

(1) from your own point of view,

 

(2) from the point of view of whoever was with me, and

 

(3) from the point of view of a witness, or watcher.

 

 

 If you ever hurt someone, you will get to experience the pain you caused. if you ever loved anyone, you will experience that love you gave.

  

 

I learned that life is so, so fragile. I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression she left on you. I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time. I learned that if someone loves you, she’ll wait for you to love her back. I learned that how much you want something doesn’t determine whether you get it or not, that “no” might not be enough, that life isn’t fair, that my parents can’t save me, that maybe no one can.

  

They all experienced intense love just can’t be described in words. Amazing peace and calmness engulfed them. Part of  the purpose for coming back is to help other people awaken to the simple truth: we are love. This experience of deep love often carries within it an affirmation of unity or oneness between all people or even all things. It doesn’t matter if people nearly died in an auto accident or drug overdose, giving birth, or attempting suicide, they often come back with the profound notion that love and unity are at the very core of life’s meaning. Love is the paramount element of reality.

 

  

There one second — and then flashes right before your eyes the next. At the end of the day, when you strip everything away, all you have are natural experiences, moments and people to enjoy them with. We are not on this planet forever and our lives can end when we least expect it. You were given it in order to enjoy it — and live it to the utmost

  

People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely

 

  

What is life? What is its purpose? A number of us have been forced by the death of the loved one to investigate these questions. Death forces us to look deeper into the nature and purpose of life. Reexamine our life values and goals: Contact with death awakens us to the fact that someday we too will die. This generates a number of questions. Will we have fulfilled our life purpose? Why have we come here to the earth? Why have we taken this physical body? Is our life part of some greater process? If so, what does it require of us? How can we live our lives more in harmony with that purpose?

 

JOURNAL: WHAT MY SISTER SAID IN THE MEMORIAL OF MY FATHER DEATH

 

I would like to start with a poem. M.D. doesn’t stand for medical doctor, its stands for MY Daddy.

 

My Daddy, M.D.

 

 Whenever daddy signs his name he always writes M.D

 

So people always knew he belonged to me

 

For M.D. Means My Daddy or something just the same

 

And that is why he always puts those letters in his name

 

Some letters in his name are small, But these are not, you see

 

He always makes them big like that, Because he's proud of me.

 

I was also very proud of him.

 

 

 

I was proud of how he came from Iran to live in New York, where he used to call the capital of the world. I was proud of how he made a great life for himself, married to my wonderful caring mom and had 3 children who all became doctors. I was also so proud and happy that for over 15 years he has been retired and had a chance to enjoy every aspect of his life. I am proud that 18 years ago he made the pilgrimage to Mecca.. I was also proud of his confidence, He was always a positive person. He thought he was the smartest and best looking man in the room, and he was.

 

I was proud that even with that strong personality, he was a good man with a good heart. He was down to earth and a nice person who went out of his way to help family, friends and even patients. He loved being a doctor, was hard working, and a perfectionist, he loved to "calac". One of his greatest passions was , and we used to kid around that this was his 4th child. His friends and other classmates were like family for him.

 

He also had his vices, he loved gambling and playing poker with friends, and loved driving, although his sense of direction wasn't so good. I was also proud of him when 3 years ago when he had a horrible fall at a friends house. With 7 rib fractures he drove 2 hours from New Jersey to our home. As many of you know he suffered many complications intubated 3 times, had a tracheotomy and feeding tube and his condition was extremely unstable and tenuous. But My father was a fighter and his strength and recovery during that time gave me hope that anything in this world was possible…

 

All I can say is that he loved life, and loved living. But that illness did take a toll on his body and soul. And I knew that if he would have another major illness in the future, his recovery would not be guaranteed. During that hospitalization 3 years..one of those long days..he came and whispered to me.. ..When will I go to "heaven"…And I said , it's not your time. God would not let you suffer these 3 months for you not to survive. You will survive and get better, and live a fulfilling life

 

And he did and we went on to go to Florida, 3 Cruises, Countless restaurants...We as a family enjoyed life with him. During this hospitalization he was sick with pneumonia. Eventually that infection took a toll on his heart and the rest of his body.. Again he came as whispered to me . I don’t call you here to fix my bed, and pillow, I want you here to protect me..The truth is If love could have saved him, he would have lived forever..

  

And I answered him,God will protect you.. And God did protect him... He passed away suddenly very quickly and was not in pain.. He lived a full life, full of good times and happiness.. God did not let him suffer and live life in a debilitated way which would have been struggle for someone with a strong personality like him.. Till the very end he was doing what he loved Going to  new year party in march, eating out in restaurants every week, watching movies with the family..Even on the day he passed, he was the BOSS, giving my mom the list to shop for at the supermarket, and discussing with the doctors his medical treatments 15 minutes before he suffered cardiac arrest..

  

 

He died on his own terms...WE WILL MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU ALWAYS..you will always be in our heart..You are in heaven now..

 

Thank you again for coming.