Our daughter Eleanor died 21/04/ 2020
Me: No sooner have you told me that you were inaccessible than you reveal yourself in events far and near…..
E+: We want you to listen to us…
M: And who are you?
E+: We are what Eleanor and others have become, a shared life which you cannot conceive.
M: Eleanor is no more?
E+: Not at all. She is alive forever as part of us.
M: But she can’t speak?
E+: She will not speak as if this change had not happened. We are also God, sharing God’s splendour and suffering. Utterly remote from the world we are part of God’s love for it and presence in it. And in you.
M: In me?
E+: Yes. You are aware of this but mistake it as appearances of your daughter. The truth is stranger than you imagine. Your mind is so attuned to her that you are quick to spot any presence that includes her, and you address only her. But we are more than her and she is more than her former self.
M: And her precious human memory of moments and days in this world, that’s gone?
E+: I am more than my former self, not less, so of course I can remember all we shared in that life. And I can use your language of I and you when I speak, although I also know a better one. As I kept reminding you, all that has passed between us since I died is touched by your imagination, which is vivid but inadequate. There’s truth in what you’ve written, but in a disguised form. Think of these conversations as parables rather than descriptions.
M: So we’re back to the first question I asked: where will we meet?
E+: When you know us in yourself, in other lives, or in the physical universe, as we share in the work of perfection. These things will happen, but you cannot make them happen, nor can you know more of our lives than that.
M: That’s it?
E+: No, you can hope one day to be with us, when everything will be clear. So move on, get on with life, focus on mum, who has done without all this fussing and just grieved. Do good, work for justice, climb the hills, be grateful, love God.
M: Right! I can hear a tone that encourages me to obey. So I will move on. You were the greatest gift to your mum and me, and the greatest loss. But now I can say goodbye, until I come to you, if that happens.
E+: Or maybe sooner, if we come to you. And don’t waste your time looking for us; but if you do, remember my word to you:
M: What word?
E+: Piss off, Dad.