Where Do We Go When We Die?
How death reminds us of how we should be living
A colleague of mine died a few weeks ago.
Strike that. A friend of mine died last week.
He was indeed a friend.
Sure, we worked together, and met because of work, but he was more than that — he was a friend. He was also an excellent engineer, a skilled woodworker, a great storyteller, and a walking encyclopedia of interesting tidbits about a wide range of topics. His name was Dick. And I miss him already.
Dick’s death prompted me to think about an age-old question that I usually pretend to not care about the answer to — until someone dies. That question is: where do we go when we die?
I have an answer — but it’s not the answer. It’s not the kind of answer we’re used to hearing when we talk about death. It doesn’t involve heaven, hell, or any other supernatural realm.
In short, I don’t think we really go anywhere when we die. But also, we essentially go everywhere.
Nowhere and Everywhere
In a sense, we go both nowhere and everywhere when we die. Think of all of the things you said and did during your lifetime. Think of all the times you shared a laugh, a smile, tears, or a profound and comfortable…
