__There is No Death__
By Andrea



There is no death.

To the discerning ear, the idea that there isn't any
death is improbable but its not..not really.

Physically, it's impossible. There is no breath, no
heartbeat, no limb movement, thus rendering the body
dead, useless.

But, spiritually, there is no death.

The soul, the part that makes up a man, the part that
is of value in someone lasts beyond their demise. It
continues to live on, in those who had associated with
him,lived with him, loved him.
 
You can always feel it around you, enveloping you,
sheltering you. It offers a sort of protection from
the evil in the world, an invisible armor so to speak.
You feel a security that you were afraid would be lost
when your loved one has died. You can always feel your
loved one soul caressing yours, a connection that will
last all eternity. It speaks to you, a voice guiding
you in your life until the day when your own physical
body dies and you're united with the soul of your
love. Then, it's not just one soul guiding the other
but both of them walking on the same path together
equally.

You're probably wondering why I'm writing this essay
about souls and eternal life. The simple reason is
that I have to.

I have to believe this or otherwise I will go insane.

You see, I lost Rupert. My beloved husband of 20 years
died last night from a long drawn out disease that was
so painful that a part of me wanted him to die quickly
so he wouldn't be in pain anymore. Even though, we'd
both had known he was ill and was to die sooner than
anticipated, the shock was still there nonetheless.

My loving, gentle Rupert, the man who I had loved most
in the world, my protector was gone. There would be no
late night talks in bed, no soul searing kisses, no
quiet moments, no nothing. It was all gone, only my
living memories to last until the day I join him.The
thought that I wouldn't be able to hold him in my arms
again drove me to a desperation that I've never known.
Everyone was so worried, Xander,Willow and even Anya
were watching me like a hawk, fearing that I would do
something drastic and to be honest they were right.
 Last night, the loss had hit me harder than ever when
the phone rang and before I could get it, the
answering machine picked up. It was Rupert's voice,
that sexy, heart melting voice telling whoever was
calling to leave a message. I burst into tears right
then and there, everything finally getting to me.

I went to our room, the place where we shared many
blissful nights, and sat on the bed. Just sat there,
staring into nothingness, hoping that whatever Gods
were watching would take pity on me and put me out of
my misery.. Let me join Rupert where I truly belonged.

And then it happened.

I felt him. I felt Rupert around me, just like he used
to, his strong arms enfolding me into his warm
embrace. I looked around and saw nothing but felt
everything. Warmth and love encloaked me in a way
I hadn't experienced since Rupert died. Since the day
he took his last breath but still had the strength to
hold me in his arms one last time.

Until last night.

He was there, protecting me and guiding me as he had
done many times before and I knew then that he always
would be there. That no matter what happens in the
rest of my physical life, he would always be there
watching and loving me. And knowing that made me feel
that all was going to be all right. That over time, I
would be able to continue my life, that I had the
strength to carry on even though my source of strength
was no longer physically here.
 But, spiritually he was still there. Still here
loving me...caring for me...protecting me..

And that's why I say there is no death.

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