Friday, May 31, 2019
PONDERING FRANK'S PASSING!
5/31/2019
Hello, Everyone!
I’d like to take a few moments and consider “Brother Frank’s” suicide on May 17th. In the end, Frank was one of many victims of PTSD.
I guess you could say I am sorry he chose to go that way, but rather surprisingly, I am OK with it. If we all did not have to go eventually, I suppose I would have a different reaction; however, as I see it, our souls go on, when we die. I think we come into life much like we go out of it. We choose. We choose to come; and we choose to go – that is if we do not pass at the hands of another; and even if we do pass at the hands of another, who is to say our departure is not planned in some way – maybe even by our soul family on the “other side,” so to speak?
In 1966, My Dad was hit by an auto driven by someone who fell asleep at the wheel. Dad was a pedestrian standing on one side of the road. The pickup that hit him square on was coming from the other direction and was on the other side of the road from Dad; but the driver fell asleep and the pickup crossed the median – and Dad was gone in an instant.
But who is to say Dad’s providence did not plan it all? I do not know; and who is to say that Frank’s providence did not plan his exit. I do not know; and I am OK with not knowing. Why? Because I see death in general as simply part of life. It is just one event in a life, even though it marks the end of a life. Essentially, though, with that “event of death,” a soul simply continues on without the body it previously incarnated. That is how I see death – just the end of one incarnation and perhaps the beginning of another incarnation – though there may be some interim of time or whatever that a soul lingers between incarnations without choosing to carnate – or incarnate, as it were.
That is how I see it now anyway, though I did not see it that way in my earlier years. Let’s just say I have changed in life and see a lot of things differently than I did in my early school year days. I am sure many of us can claim that. Right?
Anyway, as I see it now, death is only the last event of life. At some point in time, a soul chooses to incarnate – that is, if we have souls in the first place; and, in time, a soul chooses – or is forced – to disincarnate, as it were. As souls, we come. As souls, we go.
So, Frank is gone, but he is not dead. That is, his soul is not dead. Accordingly, I am in someway “glad for Frank” – even as I am sad for Debbie, his lovely wife of some 34 years or so – and Debbie & Frank’s adult kids, Luke, Anne Marie, and Robin and Robin’s son, Lyric. I am also a little sad for Nancy, my wife and Debbie’s mother; and I am sad
for Mark and his wife, Leslie, and their daughter, Emma. Mark is Nancy’s first born and Debbie’s brother.
I am sad, too, for Frank’s family; but I would encourage all of us to not spend any time mourning Frank. When I go, I hope those who loved me are aware that I am not dead even though I am gone. My soul will be alive and well, if all is as I Believe it is with souls. As we live, we go on after we die. Frank is in a “good place” now, inheriting the soul he was in life; and when I die, I will be in a “good place” too, inheriting the soul I was in life.
I think I will leave it at that, and close with the first and last verse of
my song I wrote a few years ago called OH DEATH! I featured the entire song in my earlier letter I named FAREWELL TO FRANK. If you did not get that letter – and want it – let me know. OK? Also, I would like to point out that a few years ago I published a book on the soul, as I see it, called EXPLORING THE SOUL – AND BROTHER JESUS. If you agree somewhat with my vision of the soul as described a little here, just tap into my website (see below) or enter “Francis Bessler” in an Amazon.com search line. You can request a printed copy or a digital copy. Alright?
Feel welcome, too, to comment on this little monolog; but I hope you are with me as WE wish Frank well as he chooses to go forward with whatever adventure he will choose next. Go for it, Frank! Thanks for the time we spent together!
Thanks for listening! Now, here is the verse I referenced above.
Oh, Death, take me by the hand.
Oh, Death, help me to understand.
Oh, Death, I know through your open door
I will be free to be me forever more.
Yes, I will be free to be me forever more.
So, don’t weep for me – for I am free –
forever more.
Sincerely,
Francis William Bessler &
Nancy Shaw (my wife)
Laramie, Wyoming
www.una-bella-vita.com