My great aunt died today. This wasn't entirely unexpected: She had terminal cancer, and the doctor said she had six months to live. We just didn't expect it to happen so soon. Don't worry about me. I'm not all that shook up about it. I'm just feeling reflective about the whole thing. She passed away peacefully. She had been very much at peace with the fact that she was going to die, and had her house in order when the time came. Just as I ascended into Malkuth for another year of Kabbalah, she was ready to cross the Abyss. I'll miss her, but more than anything I admire her for how she dealt with her mortality. I can only pray that when my time comes, I can face death with the same courage and dignity that she faced hers.
Even as I've cultivated a closer and deeper relationship with G-d, the afterlife has still remained very mysterious to me. Deep inside of me, I've always felt certain that some aspect of us continues beyond the grave, but how or what that is I can't say. The thing that's always comforted me in the question of an afterlife is that every one of us will find out about it eventually. For this reason, I normally don't concern myself with questions about what happens after we die, but when someone close to you dies, it personalizes what would otherwise be pointless speculation. I have no idea what she's experiencing now, but I like to think she is experiencing something great.
R.I.P. Margaret Foley
You belong to the angels now.
