the overlap is where I meet you

I have given myself time to sit with my grief. To make sense of the limbo that comes with the passing of a loved one. I asked myself the age old question- Where do we go when we die? Undeniably, from my point of view, death is not an end but a transition. I feel it. When I find myself surrounded by the natural world and in touch with the cycles of life. I am filled with relief in knowing that my body will return to the earth and my soul will continue on to the unimaginable non-material world. There is a realm in which we cannot perceive. There, just beyond the limitations of our senses, lies the souls of those we have loved and lost. They are never gone if we choose them not to be. Every once in a while, I catch glimpses of the inbetween - the overlap.