My Mind on my Death and My Death on My Mind

Are we connected energetically, even after we die?

Just like the lyrics in Snoop Dogs song, Gin and Juice… I got my mind on my death and my death on my mind. See what I did there? lol

My Thoughts

The thought of death doesn't bother me much. I have a feeling we're all connected energetically beyond our life here on earth. I feel the presence of loved ones that have passed. Not in a ‘I can see and talk to dead people’ kind of way… if only! Just in a memorable, think of them often, and feel or sense them around me, kind of way.

I have some things that have happened to me that I’ve made the connection to loved ones that have passed. I even talk to them in my head from time to time. I’m sure we all do. I’d love to hear what you’ve experienced.

I don’t want this to be a big philosophical or religious publication.

I've just been thinking about death a bit more since hitting my 50's. Mostly about how much more fun I want to have, things I want to accomplish, and how much I want my teenager to know about his mom before the good Lord takes me.

In 200 years or maybe even less, our existence will not be remembered. Most likely, all the things we've written, all social media posts, all our belongings will not be around anymore.

Maybe a photo or two might have been passed down through the generations. But the stories and all the things will no longer be here.

That's okay, that's what happens. I don't have things from generations 200 years ago. However, for my child and their children at least it would be nice to know where they came from.

Reminds me of someone that I knew that passed many years ago. They were older and living in an apartment. When family went to their place after they passed, it was pretty empty. They had cancer and knew their time was limited. They even had all the photos separated and placed into small boxes. Each box labeled with the names of which of their family members they wanted each box to go to.

Also reminds me of how strongly I feel about not having to burden our children with a house full of things. I can see keeping photos and letters. But the things… they just don’t mean a thing to me. They’re just that… things.

And things are the furthest from my mind! This is what I think of while (sing it with me now) I got my mind on my death and my death on my mind. lol

Things, who needs them? This is probably partly why I like being a minimalist.

Will My Words Matter?

Other than my own therapeutic reasons, I think that's partly why I write. I want my child to know me. Right now some of the things I write aren’t age appropriate. Later, they might enjoy reading my thoughts though.

Who knows?!

I do keep a little journal and have since they were born with more details about our life. Some years I've been better at writing in them than others, but they have something at least. Most are in paper form up until this year when I started using the app. called Notion.

So, maybe to my child my words will matter. One day.

Meanwhile… my thoughts are veering toward when I was child for some reason. I remember having premonitions of having a lot of money in my 50's. Thinking that's when it will come to me. Well, here I am in my 50's patiently waiting and working for the big bucks to roll in. To fulfill some of my bucket list. OOOOO, bucket list, let's see. Hmmmm (Squirrel)

That little tangent took me to make a whole other publication. Check out my Do-It-Again Bucket List.

I think Snoop Dog would be proud of my play on his words, “I got my mind on my death and my death on my mind”. Are you singing it now? lol

Do you think that we are connected energetically, even after we die?

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Lori K Today is a lifestyle publication. Offering sporadic, unconventional, mostly short stories, recipes, and poems via email and/or the Substack app.