News comes with the early morning buzzing of a phone

As the spirits that ran freely last night returned across the borders this morning, before sunrise, my mum went, too. Her spirit disentangled from pain and sickness and went on to a reunion with God.

My mother didn't believe in a classic heaven. She would say that she believed that we came from the life force that was God -- God as a deity, not a metaphor -- and would return to Him again when we died. As He is in everything, and everything is in Him, so would our souls be when not in a physical body. My mother loved science, and science fiction. She loved to read, loved to discuss and debate myriad topics. She didn't see a conflict between science and faith. Raised in a Jesuit school, she also loved theological questioning. I only knew her to be sure in her faith and loyal to the Catholic Church that she knew had problems. She believed on changing it from the inside. She witnessed a miracle, and she saw a ghost once.

She did believe in Judgment, and there she and I have a point of agreement again.

( What I more or less believe about what happens after )

I know I will miss my mother, many times in days to come. She gave me more than my life, and for all that she gave me, I am thankful.

(Comments blocked because now is not a good time for discussion. We can come back to beliefs, down the road.)