When my grandmother passed away over a year ago in July, I knew her beautiful, vibrant soul had to exist somewhere in some form, even though her body was lifeless. She had touched and loved others so deeply, and planted seeds of light, hope, and wisdom in those who loved her.
When families and friends united to share stories, keeping her memory alive, there were spiritual moments for many of us, as we felt both the power of remembering and the pain of her loss deep in our cores - in our souls.
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Nicely said about souls. Hard to believe that such complex, caring entities just go away when the physical body gives out.
I loved this; I feel very similar to you when it comes to the soul or essence of a person who was a part of our lives.
Perhaps the question of where a person's soul goes can be answered in part by your comments. I would like to think that a soul passes on a part of itself to those who truly loved the person who used to embody it.
~ Debby
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