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Anonymous wrote:I used to be afraid of death. And then I lost my husband four years ago. I was with him when he died. I completely lost my fear of death after this experience, but after seeing his deceased body, I also knew at that moment that there isn't an 'afterlife'.
As a child, I was always scared that my parents will die. Especially, worried about how I would continue to live if my parents were not in this world. It was truly my cross to bear. When my dad actually died, I, of course, missed him very much, but the reality of that particular death was freeing to me. I realized that by being fearful of his death, in my mind I was reacting as is he was dead. The misery was created by my mind. Now, after grieving the loss of his physical body, but now having my memories and thinking of him, he is alive for me in my mind and I have not really lost him.
I don't know if there is an afterlife, but I feel my dad is more "accessible" to me now in some ways because he is free of his physical body that kept him immobilized in another country. For me, he is not on this plane, but I can really tap into what I used to feel as a child when I depended on him. I can have a quick convo with him when I go for an interview for example "Hey Pops, I am going for this interview. Wish me luck." and I feel the same kind of security when he was there. Of course, he is not there to "fix" things for me when they break, but his philosophy of "something better will come around" or "you have learned something from this experience" now informs my living.
If there an afterlife?

Maybe, maybe not. But, the construct of the mind can make things hell or heaven. My mind has actually been ok even after his death and I am largely ok and happy in his memory. So for my mind, he is living and well.