I don’t believe there’s an ‘afterlife’. I believe this is it, there is nothing after.
I do believe we are made of atoms. We are a collection of pieces that makes us each unique. Other than how they’re grouped together, there’s no difference between me, you, your pet.
Somehow we came together and, when we’re done, those pieces go back to wherever, where they become something else. Or tiny pieces of a million other things.
That’s what I believe is happening to my daughter right now, that she’s slowly becoming a tiny piece of a million different things.
I don’t believe in an afterlife, I don’t believe we’ll ever take this form again, but I don’t think we really ever die.
My daughter was, for a brief moment, a unique collection of atoms. And now she’s becoming pieces of something else.
The headstone is in the ground. As soon as the worker guy left the boys started planting daisies they ripped out of the ground from a nearby field.
…I guess that’s it. I’ll start sending out the photos tonight so, if you offered to help, you’ll be receiving one. I can’t afford to print and mail them, but they’ll all be a high enough quality that you can make anything from a 4×6 to a poster-sized enlargement that looks great.
…I screwed up the headline in the original version of this post. All three of my sisters are doing just fine.