As far as I know, nothing is as inevitably constant as death.
We cannot bank with any assurance on any of “life’s” adventures. Most often we haven’t a clue what’s around the next corner. We frequently wing it when it comes right down to it. Discovery is inspiration for the wandering soul.
Not so with death. As far as we can tell from our living perspective, death stops us in our tracks.
But does it really?
Many of us think not. But as far as I know, we have very little physical evidence to support a life after death scenario. We only have a few eyewitness accounts of Jesus written down on ancient paper. We have to put a lot of physical weight on that paper to maintain our hope for a physical life after death.
As far as I know, Jesus Christ and Lazarus are the only humans that have ever had a physical, on this earth, living presence after death. Honestly, that’s not a whole lot of physical to go on.
What comprises the most weight for an afterlife… is faith. Faith that Jesus’s resurrection and Lazarus’s raising from dead account is truth.
As far as I know, dead folks that I’ve loved are helping me through this life. Angels if you will. Bent on helping others. It’s just a feeling I get when I think about them. Purely spiritual. Purely faith. Purely love.
Personally, I don’t believe that death is the end. I believe that death is a very happy, good, and wonderful new adventure that awaits us on the other side of life.
That’s all I got.