The buddhists say that on the 49th day after a person dies their soul passes on to its next life, or to a higher plane. I dreaded the 49th day after Laura’s death, knowing her spirit (which I have glimpsed as energy in our apartment and felt as ‘arms’ around me or a ‘cheek’ pressed gently on mine) would probably not be around much longer. I felt torn in two. I’ve tried very hard not to cling to Laura’s spirit holding her in this realm. The night she passed I whispered to her to set herself free, to let her spirit go and not stay in this plane for me. I’ve repeated this over and over since that day. But it didn’t lessen the dread of her final departure. Then to my surprise when I woke on the 49th day, I felt lightness and joy knowing she is finally at peace and where she is supposed to be.
The 49th day was March 6, 2014