As a believer (who called herself a christian; someone who follows Christ's teachings though sometimes failed and tumbled down), I believe in the concept of life after death. The fact that I believe in such thing gave me a bit consolation every time I had to deal with the death of someone or something (yeah cause sometimes dogs die too) I love. So, even after my heart broke into pieces after my grandma's death, I always found comfort by thinking that she's in a better place now; happier than ever was. It went the same every time I was thinking about my mom, my grandpa. Consolation, that's what I got.
An atheist might be sceptical and find such concept as a non sense. The nice ones might pity me, while the less nice ones might think I was a fool. Or both might find me delusional. But then I ask myself: what other choice do I have? For me this isn't merely a matter of faith (although it surely plays the most significant role) but also a wiser way to choose how to live my life. I'd rather live my life, knowing that I am in the middle of preparing myself for a better (and eternal) life in the future, than telling myself to live to the 'fullest', do whatever I want (since you know, YOLO!*), because at the end of the day I will die anyway. Even if the life after death never existed, I don't see any disadvantage of believing if it does. So what if I live by obeying the rules, trying to do what god or God 'tell' me to do and trying not to do what they or They or He or She 'forbid' me. If being called delusional by certain people is the only price I should pay, I think I can manage it. Especially with the prize I already accepted, by believing that my loved ones are somewhere other than buried under the ground with worms and stuffs slowly consuming their bodies.
I also find some consolation by seeing their presence in someone else's. Sometimes, I see my mother in myself, when I look in the mirror. Some other times in my sister. Not only because of our resemblances or stuffs, but because I know that some parts of her still exist in us. Also every time I do some random things that my Grandma usually did, I can't ignore but see how she still lives through me. So the question is; are they really gone? My answer is: I don't think they are, regardless of the fact whether life after death does exist, or not.
-in loving memory of my beloved Grandma and Mom-
*YOLO: you only live once
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