It's life, but not as we know it

Yesterday's beautiful funeral makes the transitory nature of this life a little more plain. It was profoundly moving, and I may miss my dear friend George greatly, but right now, there's no sense of loss. Instead, there's a sense of his presence. It's as if he's everywhere.
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying takes a Buddhist view that departed souls hear our thoughts of them for 49 days, which may feel a little over-precise; but what do I know. So you can assume they don't hear your thoughts or assume that they do, and the latter may feel more prudent. Even if you don't sense anything, you don't know that they won't hear you.
Many won't allow the possibility of communing with those who have passed, and have not done so. The great thing is we don't have to guess. Experience is the best teacher.
Why be afraid? There is only love. Life is here to be known, in all its fullness.