At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
Death visited my home very soon. Somehow I always knew we are here passing by. I don’t remember my life otherwise. But I believed firmly that there is another life after this one and that our souls are immortal. Since my dad’s death, the belief has strengthened. I can feel his presence. I’m convinced he’s listening to me when I talk with him in my inner thoughts. Just like he listened to me when we had those long talks here, when he was alive, and I could hear his comforting and joyful voice. Oh, dad! I believe some day we will reunite again. If only I could be a good person like you! But I’m weak. I need your help. I want to see you in Heaven. Help me, dad. Show me the path.
You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?
A night buried in snow? Chances are that I wouldn’t have survived. I guess I would have died frozen or suffocated, waiting for the rescue that will come too late.
What would be my thoughts in such a situation?
During WWII my father was made prisoner and their captors made a day execute him at dawn. My dad once told me that when he realized he was going to die in question of hours, first, came to his mind like a flash everything he have left at home and at his work unfinished. But that was only a second. Then, his mother and my mother who was his girlfriend then occupied all his thoughts. Finally, he realized he was going to die and meet his maker, so God filled his thoughts during those last hours waiting for the fatal moment. When he was aligned with the others convicted against the wall, a last-minute order arrived and he was spared.
I hope my thoughts would have been like my father’s: focused in my family and God. I would pray fervently asking as a first measure that the rescue teams have night equipment and arrive in time. Second, I would ask strength to overcome the ordeal. Third ask God to forgive my sins and have mercy of my soul to reach heaven after get definitely asleep under the snow.
What a dramatic prompt we had today!
Under the Snow.
This just in: let’s pretend that science has proven that karma is a thing. Your words and actions will influence what happens to you in the future. How (if at all) will you change your ways?
I do believe my words and actions influence what will happen to me in the future. I believe my acts are transcendent. I firmly believe in God and in Heaven and I would like to reach it, thru God’s mercy and my poor good deeds if I persevere on them with His help. I would like, when the time comes, to reunite with my loved ones and spend with them all eternity, in God’s presence, perfect happiness. I’ll see my dad again, talk with him as we used to do here, but without worries. And being close to God. What a wonderful perspective!
So I don’t think I would change my ways. No need. I already am trying to do my best in my ordinary life. Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not perfect. I would say I’m a disaster. I have a lot of failures and defects. I have to struggle against them hard every day. Only I know how hard it is for me. But I’m trying to act according to my conscience and live according to the Gospel. Also when it says “do to others as you would have them do to you.” It’s a good rule for life. Be in peace with one’s conscience is probably the best rule. The only way to reach inner peace. I guess this applies to all beliefs.
Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon
Karma posts by other bloggers on the next page:
Your entire community — however you define that; your hometown, your neighborhood, your family, your colleagues — is guaranteed to read your blog tomorrow. Write the post you’d like them all to see.
Tomorrow is the feast day of St. Luke.
Your feast day, dad.
Luka. What a sweet name.
How would I like you were still around to celebrate with you. But life has his rules and you passed away leaving behind a deep wound in my soul still open. Why can’t I stop missing you? Why can’t I stop writing about you?. I miss your blue eyes looking at me penetrating, understanding me. I miss your serene smile. I miss your wise words. I miss your laugh. I miss you signing. I miss you reading your poems to mom. I miss your being there for me when I needed you.
How are things in Heaven? Sure you’re happy there. Sure you are there for me too. But I can’t see you.
“So I ask each weepin’ willow
and each brook along the way
and each lad that comes a-whistlin’
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day?”
Are you keeping a place ready for me? because I feel I don’t belong there in Heaven.
You must help me a lot as you ever did. I want to see you again. To be with you, to talk with you, but for that you have to help me be a good person and reach that goal. Love God and be good to others as you did. And to be entirely happy, I would like to reach that goal with all the people I love to be together for ever. But I’m so far away. I know you are working to help us because you loved all of us so much.
“Would you hold my hand
if I saw you in Heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in Heaven?”
I’m sure you would. And despite I feel I don’t belong there, I hope you’ll help me cross the door and then
“there’ll be no more tears in heaven”
(Thank you Eric Clapton for this beautiful song)
Daily Prompt: Community Service.
Right now I can’t dream. I only can think in what I need. I have my mom paralyzed in a wheelchair so I need a home ready for that. No architectural barriers, no stairs, wide corridors and doors, spacious rooms and a special bathroom for her.
Because she loves light and sunny places, my new home would have a lot of big windows. Because she has a lot of books and she loves to put everything in order we would have a big library and a lot of closets with enough room to have everything in place. We need several bedrooms and a good kitchen.
A sunny terrace or a small garden would be great. We would be close to the hospital, because she has to go often, but more important, close to a Church because she likes to go everyday when it’s possible, and of course, every Sunday to Mass. And I use to go too. A big garage with an adapted vehicle to transport the wheelchair would complete the “dream”.
At the end the home of my dreams is that in which my loved ones would be comfortable and happy with me. Because some of my loved ones are no longer around I guess the ultimate home of my dreams is in Heaven where I believe they are waiting for me. And if I manage to deserve it, we will be together forever close to God in the best place imaginable.
Daily Prompt: Dream Home.
Other dream homes:
My father was already very sick and we used to watch old movies to entertain him. In one of them Danny Kaye appeared on stage as a Russian baritone allergic to flowers, singing an aria and sneezing at the same time. It was hilarious. We began to laugh and couldn’t stop. So loudly we laugh, we couldn’t hear him so we went back to the beginning to watch it again. So hard we cry from laughing we couldn’t see, so we went back again and again until we could see and listen at all the details.
It took us a lot of time, because only by seeing Danny’s appearance on stage we exploded laughing knowing what was coming after. And my father’s laughing was so contagious he only made things worst.
Maybe young and not so young readers don’t know who Danny Kaye is. He was a great actor, singer, dancer and comedian, and he made many people happy. He made my father laugh when he was very sick and enjoy many evenings in difficult times.
I really think artists, musicians and comedians have a special place in Heaven. They make so many people happy when they need happiness. They offer many kinds of beauty through the work they leave behind in a book in a painting, in a sculpture, in a record, in a movie… like my dad’s favorite Danny Kaye’s one.
Daily Prompt: From the Gut.
Other blogger’s laughs:
When I read today’s prompt my first reaction was don’t participate. I’m not in the mood. Today a good friend of mine has died. The first thing I thought was if I were immortal I would be saying good-by to my family members and friends constantly and that would be too much suffering to bear for me. Too much pain, too many tears for an eternity. Unless everybody I love were immortal too. But then we wouldn’t have enough room on this earth.
I believe we are immortal, our souls are immortal, and when we die, if our lives have been honest, our souls go to a better place, close to God, where there are not sad farewells but only happy welcomes with people we love.
PS: forgive me to go so transcendental, but under today’s circumstances…
Daily Prompt: No Longer a Mere Mortal.
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