The Sendoff

Now, my Father, we bid you adieu as you begin anew. Though done here, it’s your time for rebirth and “slip the surly bonds of this earth” (High Flight). We the living release your soul to look through the porthole of eternity and continue on your eternal journey with dignity and amnesty.

Perhaps, but a single drop of rain reflecting the colors of a kaleidoscope on a windowpane. Or, maybe, riding a cosmic ray of the Universe through the sound barrier and onto the speed of light, flinging your soul… up, up, up into the antiquity of human history and the mystery of high flight. Even beyond the facade as you reach out and touch the hand of God (High Flight). Or, maybe, just quietly abide in the shade of the grave where you peacefully reside in equanimity… as part of the larger Soul of humanity. Or traverse the unfathomable search for a parallel Universe. Or, perhaps, as you once said on your deathbed, the dying leave an indelible imprint of their memory on the subconscious mind of humanity.

Or, maybe, just maybe… the Great Religions really know and off we go to the gala of a traditional Valhalla… where humans gather at journey’s end, after running a good race and fighting a good fight and emerge from the light at the end of the bend. For you, my Father, were an heroic figure who gracefully lived the good life and faithfully fought the good fight. You loved and were loved in return in the earthly moments of your eternity… which always was and always will be.