You think the physical is gospel. You rely on bodies, yours and others’ when bodies are not the diamonds you truly treasure. You perpetuate a hoax on yourself, and then, later, when the time comes and bodies drop off and go off leaving you behind, you protest.
If you could absorb that time does not really exist, then the fact that death also does not exist would seem more real to you.
I understand that parting is sweet sorrow, yet there is no parting and, therefore, no need for sorrow except that you do believe in all that separation which is non-existent and impossible and illogical. If you thought candy were bitter, you wouldn’t enjoy candy either.
No one leaves Life behind. The body, yes. Life itself, never.
Here’s the rub. You also think you exist only in the structure of a body. You tend to mourn the absence of your body as if, when you close your beautiful eyes and cease to breathe, you say bye-bye to You. You believe you are gone as well.
The thing is, there is no end to you. You are Eternal, not your physical body, but you, the Essence of You.
Every Soul is forever. What is called death is a Great Transformation. For a while you exist in a body. You are no less existent when your body flies away.