Who ever Pat was, she still is! I am one with Pat; Pat is one with me. We still are the One God made us when He joined us together in marriage. Death is not an end but a beginning; death is the ultimate consciousness of God. We become members of Christ’ transfigured body. We find our way to Him through the body and blood of the sacrament Christ instituted when he commanded us to “Do this in remembrance of me.” The Mass is proof of continuity of personality beyond physical death, your departed beloved is their kneeling beside thee! The essence of us does not die when the physical body dies; it lives on in Christ, in the love that has been, is and ever shall be. Hear the words of Christ: “1. Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God believe also in me. 2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4 You know the way to the place where I am going.” John 14 1-4
I continue to meet my beloved Patricia, not in mournful grief as a fading memory of what once was, but in the ecstasy and joy of her living presence in God and me! Love is stronger than death. For our first Christmas I mimicked Omar Khayyam in my present to her little knowing it was to be true forever.
|A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,|
|A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou|
|Beside me singing in the Wilderness—|
|O, Wilderness were Paradise enow!|