The most peaceful days in my life are the days when I remember the death of my mother. She was lying in a hospital bed in her living room, and I was in the room next to her, desperately trying to find an oxygen mask to ease her labored breathing. In the midst of my frantic search, I suddenly felt this flow swirling around me. As I turned and walked through the open doorway to her bed, I had the strangest feeling that I was walking through her – as if she had become like ocean waves. In quantum physics, there is a phenomenon known as “the observer effect”. When tiny particles are being observed or measured, they behave like solid particles, but when they are no longer being observed or measured, they act like waves. I have come to understand death not so much as an ending, but as a change in behavior. When we die, our essence, or spirit, doesn’t end or vanish, we simply spread out. I believe that our loved ones who have died are all around us. We can no longer observe them or measure them, because they are no longer solid matter. They are waves.
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