Recently my dad passed away and I was able to spend the last two days of his life with him. In the hours before he died I could feel him leaving his body and when he died I remember feeling that dad’s body was not Him. We took dad home for 3 days before the funeral and he lay in his coffin in the lounge of our family home. Many visitors and family came to see him and shared stories about his life. Often I would go and stand by his coffin and I knew that it was not Him. When we were in the church and his coffin was centre stage and family shared memories about dad I remember looking at the coffin and I knew that what it contained was not Him. At the graveside as we all stood around and talked about dad, the coffin was lowered into the ground and I definitely knew that it was not Him. And now a few weeks later, as I visually try and hold onto my dad, I can feel the very strong attachment we have to the physical body and what it looks like and how this imprint is ...