*Pic is of my son and his skateboard*
My mom told me something on the same night that my stepdad died. The doctor had let her and my little brother, age 15, and my two little sisters, ages 12 and 13, go in and say good bye to him. My mom had a hard enough time herself, but also she had to comfort them. She said his hand fell to the side and she put it back up because in life he didn't like his hand hanging off the bed. When she touched him to put his hand back, she told me he was still soft and warm. It was at this point she realized how much our bodies are shells.
She said we go through our whole lives in this shell when really the spirit of a person is what makes that person who they are. In death when that spirit leaves the body, all that is left is that shell that was occupied by that spirit.
The whole essence of who someone is, is their spirit. It is what makes someone wonderful, giving, and beautiful.
Too bad nobody ever judges anybody by how beautiful their spirit is, because really that is who they are.