What would happen when I die?
My mama was with me for three months, and most of the evenings, we have deep conversations. One day, our conversation drifted to death.
While sipping hot milk coffee, she said, “I have a plan to donate my body to a medical school, I am searching for the procedure these days.” I was a bit shocked. Death is the only certain thing in the world. I know it. However, discussing her death and envisioning the life that follows is heartbreaking and pitiful.
We have discussed life and death many times, but this was the first time I learned about her wish. The idea is truly generous: You are donating your remains to someone else. The moving discussion ended thus, and I wondered, “What would happen when I die?” “Do I have any plans like my mama?”
I could remember how much I was afraid of death when I was a child. It brought me anxiety and a speedy heartbeat. “What happens when people die?” People from different parts of the world have different ideas about death and life after death.
My grandmother died when I was doing my Advanced Level. She was a mother-like figure for me, and her sudden death was a shock to me. She was in my dreams with a happy face, looking at me. So, those days, I wanted to have that dream on my nights. I wept, remembering her. To ease my burden of sorrow, I imagined her life in a new womb. Now, she has no pain or aches. This single thought consoled me.
I always found a way to console my grief.
When “Death comes as a topic,” I always think we have no long time to “pre-grieve.” A way for a healthy living. I know it is so difficult. Grey hair, shivering fingers, and the loose, glow-less skin of my loved ones remind me of the bitter truth of uncertainty. These physical signs make me so emotional.
One of my friends once told me about a reinventing idea that managed to ease the burden of the term “death.” “Death is a form of rebirth.” You go to an unknown womb with a different shape. You are growing somewhere on this earth. What a thought!
None of us know what happened to us before we were born. Where did I come from, what did I do before? When I was in my mother’s womb, I knew nothing; I just came to this world, and my mother loved me and protected me. Throughout our lifetime, we laugh, weep, help each other, love, and be loved. If so, why do you immensely worry about life after death? You are doing good in this life. This was what I thought about my life after death, and it hit me hard.
How about you? How do you think about “death”?
