Not depressed. Just sad. Kind of bittersweet--the memories. Sigh.
I always liked my mom's idea of heaven. She was a spiritual person but not religious (claiming none but considering herself a Christian).
She believed that heaven was whatever that one person believed it to be. So if that person imagined it to be clouds and pearly gates and god on a throne with angels playing harps with all their family around then that's what it would be.
If the person believed it was reliving the same perfect moment in life over and over that's what they got. I always like that idea.
I, personally, don't feel a need to imagine any heaven. I'm okay with dying and there being nothing after that.
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Date: 15 Aug 2011 01:20 am (UTC)I always liked my mom's idea of heaven. She was a spiritual person but not religious (claiming none but considering herself a Christian).
She believed that heaven was whatever that one person believed it to be. So if that person imagined it to be clouds and pearly gates and god on a throne with angels playing harps with all their family around then that's what it would be.
If the person believed it was reliving the same perfect moment in life over and over that's what they got. I always like that idea.
I, personally, don't feel a need to imagine any heaven. I'm okay with dying and there being nothing after that.