Do spirits talk to their bodies when they are dead?

Father loved me a lot, he is crying, there is blank spaces in his life now. All he wanted was me and I am not there. Mother is lifeless, she doesn’t know what to do next. She is blaming everyone that I died but not me, she loves me. She loves me dearly. All I could think was of my Family. The person I claimed to love didn’t cross my thoughts. Why? I am dead! And I don’t think about him. I didn’t wanted to be with him when I knew it was my last breath. All I could remember was, the family, their grief and how they would survive without me. Relatives would think I was a nice person, they cry too. I am lying just there, lifeless and I am no more. All the thoughts, pain and emptiness has come to an end. The body I have been fighting for since a child is gone. Nobody is there to listen, nobody is there to see. I am alone and of no existence to people; to the ones who gave me birth, to the ones who gave me Love. All these years the people I have been thinking about, they didn’t cross my mind, but will I?

Now when I am dead. I have no existence?

All these years, I was trying to cope up with so many things and all that never matter now. It is just the Love, the remembrance. My existence, the flashbacks, what I achieved is out of question now. I will be in ashes, this body, this soul. Well, did I tell you I have a waxing appointment tomorrow?

My skin will be in ashes, the skin will be red.. will melt and smoke.

I can see people crying. I want to tell them I am there, but I can’t talk. I can’t say I love them, even when I do! And what if I will soon enter into a new life? Will I have new Parents? Was this life just a waste, was it!?

NO. Maybe I learned what I needed to in this lifetime. The higher energy created us humans flawful and with each life we conquer a flaw, go nearer to what may seem as reaching the Almighty. The Almighty is full of Love, the reason I could think of all the people I loved at this moment, I can see nothing else, hear nothing else or feel nothing else. I think I saw Love, I feel Love.

But… I want to see happiness too, I want to see people happy, spread happiness. Tell them it is ok to be ok and Ok to not be Ok, it is Ok not to be Perfect but it is not Ok to stop. They are all lovely, even if they are 6 or 60. I thrive to accept and detach the reality of me.

Here, I want to see smiles when I die. Everyone is smiling, my family, my friends, people whom I chose, whom I loved.

I also want apologies from people I have hurt, I want no guilt when I die. I want to be free while lying down here inside my cold and frail body. Free of the burden of needs, desires, acceptance and denial. I wish to give people the reasons to remember me in good ways if they want to. Ah! My parents, they will live too, they will not die like I have. They will continue to do what I have left behind. I want them to smile when they see me in their dreams, I want them to be proud of what a human I used to be.

And, I need some proud, to shower on my own self, that I lived a flawed self but a human. A Human!!

Before being one with this floor, I thought of doing what I love, and love what I do. Travel and write stories. Take right decisions and eliminate what hinders my peace. Why is he? Why is anybody eligible to hinder my peace?

Because, it was my life. The life of a flawed human, I see dismay and despair in it. Now that I am dead I can say to all of you who still breathe, experience what you shall love, and spread kindness. In a world full of copy and paste, spread your own self!