On death

It's been a very windy day. Kind of a relief, after a scorching 18 C last week - and this is mid-January...
2006 ended on a sad note. The mother of a dear friend of mine died in an accident and that made me think about death more than usual. And then Saddam Hussein's execution and all the rest on top of that. I think about death often, I always have. Not necessarily in an obsessed, morbid way, although no doubt there´s a little of that too in there somewhere. I just wonder about it, and probably some of the religious/spiritual influences I had as a child have contributed to my obsession/fascination/interest.
Someone very dear to me once gave me his theory on what happens to us when we die. I wish I could quote him as articulately as he put it but basically it was all about becoming part of the cosmos again, part of the earth, part of the air that we breathe...so nothing that new as a theory, but at that moment it just made sense and has done ever since. It´s a comforting thought, not going anywhere too far...being part of the lives of your loved ones.