Letters Home: Section 1, Letter dated December 29

December 29
Katrina,



And what of death, Katrina? Is death a mansion of silver and gold with a crystal roof so that the sun can shine in with its glory, mansions that serve as beautiful prisons that are comforting but inescapable? Is death like the wind, souls set free to fly about gently on the breeze like invisible birds gliding through the air and able to see the beauty of the Earth, to feel the warmth of the Sun? Is death final, a soul ceasing to exist, a life terminated without future thought or feeling? Is death a transition, a soul able to retain our memories, our regrets, our love, and our dreams but becoming unable to do anything about them as we wait for Heaven or Hell or another lifetime of opportunity?



When it is my time to die, Katrina, will I know you? Will we be able to sit, laugh, or view the beauty of Eden? Is it possible to turn back the clocks of lifetimes and, at death, return to two young children, unseen by the living, running through fields of wildflowers, happy and carefree, protected by hope from sorrow?



Is death a review of life, our successes and failures replayed back to us as if life had been a moving picture, each moment filmed for truth, for accuracy, for teaching? Will we remember forgotten treasures, and will we be shown events as they really were and not as we recall them? Will we be shown the lives of others, moments replayed to show us the joy, the relief, the love, the heartbreak that we gave to them?



Is death to be feared, a walk into the unknown that we must each take alone, separated from another life here on Earth? Is death something to look forward to, a time of indescribable peace within the soul, a place where we are met with open arms by angels we knew as mortals here on Earth?



After death, do souls become guardians of the living, returning to Earth in a new and spiritual form to whisper hope into souls and to lead lives away from despair? Are there angels amongst the living now, trying to help, trying to heal? I believe there are.



Katrina, can you hear me? Can you hear my voice in these words?



Sisters forever,
Christina








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