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When we’re alive, we collect all the things that make us happy. We paint the walls in our favorite colors. Shelves are filled with cherished books, tea cups, marbles, statues and glass. Dinners are often things we’ve been craving, or flavors we’ve always loved. We cling to the softness of a favorite shirt or blanket. Time spent away from work finds us taking in sights we want to see; like trees, viewing city lights from a hilltop, picnics by a creek, perusing shops for a new rock or gem. We plant flowers or herbs for those intoxicating scents we can’t live without.

Are we chasing the memories of what we had before this life, to feel that lost sense of total happiness. The feelings we need to get through the worries and strife of our current existence. Or are we reveling in what we didn’t have as spirits, greedily seeking out what we can? After death do we, as spirits, miss the favorite things of this earth for a time? When we are left behind on earth, we miss our relatives who’ve passed away. They are with us, but we can no longer hold their hand, smell their hair, or hear the sound of their voice. Do we get all our senses back when we die? Do we still fill our personal spirit space with our beloved things that feed our senses? Is it different?