I feel like I may be retelling stories. I am going to accept that and do it, because there is some reason that stories come up again.
In the Elisabeth Kubler-Ross books, she sites endless experiences of the perceptions of those who have died and returned. People, on the whole, see light and beauty and loved ones. Many get depressed when they return to this mundane world.
At Elizabeth Ann Seton Parish, a lady bishop was speaking the sermon. She had a new baby at home, and her eldest was three. The older daughter kept begging and begging to be alone with the infant. Curious. Fear provoking. Why? The family set up the baby camera and monitors for safety.
The three year old was given her opportunity. She went in and was talking sweetly to the newborn. She asked/begged the baby, “Remind me what it is like, I am beginning to forget.”
I have tears in typing that, because children can bring heaven to earth. They remind us to trust, love and enjoy the small things. They are so close to God. Many remember. And they realize that we have separated and often have no skills for reconnecting.
Actually everyone has skills. Everyone reconnects. We feel a crazy bliss state run through the body and mind. A breath during sunset. A kiss. Chasing a laughing toddler. But we forget. We can remember.
There is no death. We came from the Source, landed here as babies so tied to God that we knew we are elements of God. We forget. But remerge, by choice or by chance in life. And certainly in death.