Are they together, or are they simply… gone? I find myself asking this all too often—what truly happens to life after death? Some like to believe we ascend to heaven, reuniting with the people we’ve loved. But what about before we were born? If there was a before, why can’t I remember it?
It’s a lot like being anesthetized for surgery. You drift off, and when you wake, it’s as though time skipped—no memory of those lost hours. Is death the ultimate version of that? Does everything just… stop? Consciousness snuffed out like a candle, leaving blissful nothingness in its wake? Or is it the opposite—do we awaken to golden streets, harp melodies, and familiar faces waiting to greet us?
Here’s the kicker—I don’t have the answer. I don’t think anyone does, not even the most devoted believers. Faith, hope… whatever you want to call it, these ideas help us cope, don’t they? Because thinking there’s something beyond “the end” makes loss just a little less unbearable. Hoping we’ll see them again makes it hurt a little less when they’re gone.
But here’s what I really wonder—when a wife follows her husband in death, are they reunited? Do they exist somewhere together, beyond the veil? Or are they both just… gone?
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