Adavuruku,
“The
thing above all other things.”
It must all look different
to you on that other side. The tide must turn a different shade of blue. It must
be almost troubling to see us struggle but immediately offset by this feeling
of “okayness”. 
Of course I am guessing. How
can I possibly know the thing above all things in any real detail? My stabs in
the dark make huge assumptions about the shape and form of life in the white
place. I am sure you all have better things to do than watch us pretend. Maybe you
catch the highlights during dinner.
 It is funny how it all seems to matter
now. Every single annoyance or desire or hope or fear or dream is distilled
through this huge apparatus of our own need to feel something or everything at
once. The human body is made for hunger and the human soul is defined by a
hunger of its own. Only the spirit can be truly free. There is something in
that; the idea that we are more than the body and the soul and we can reach for
the higher things. Still we have these elastic bands that snap us back in
place. Make us human. Then we are dead.
I am trying to ask you
something and I think I am failing. I will hear no answer now. It is all worked
in as faith. I cannot fathom what death is like and I cannot fathom what life
after death is like but I think of you as living presence. I have never thought
of you as dead. There is a luminous quality to the space you left behind. There
is a presence where there is no presence. You are living proof of many things.
One could take it as the idea that people live on in influence and in love. I take
it as that other thing: the end is not the end.

 Live accordingly.