The spirit never dies.

Wouldn't it be nice if we never lost a loved one? If we all lived in Paradise. Forever. But that isn't the nature of life. I'm not sure that I'd even want a permanent Paradise. Because there would be so little contrast. One cannot have Paradise without some travail. Paradise, really, is only momentary. We need a little bit of Hell to appreciate and feel the existence of Paradise. Yes, we need contrast. Night to appreciate day. Sorrow to appreciate happiness. Hate to understand love. Even death to appreciate life. I am trying to console a loved one. After her mother died. She loved her mother. A mother who had Alzheimer's. I didn't wish for the mother's death. But in some ways, death was a good thing. For everyone. For the deceased. For the survivors. It was a release. From travail. After the grieving, life will be better. In a sense, death isn't death. Because the spirit still lives. Inside us. The spirit never dies. Only the physical being. --Jim Broede