My dearest Sydnie sent me an amazing writing today. It brightened my soul and it was most definitely
what Daniel would want us to know. I am going to paraphrase it, not alter it’s
meaning, to suit just how I think Daniel would have it read: (not everyone will
appreciate this…but those who knew Daniel so well will understand why I found
it especially suited to him)
A Scientific look at what we are…and how we beam our light
and life long after we are gone.
“If I could have a physicist to speak at my funeral
this is what I would have wanted him to say. I would want him to talk to my grieving family and all my
friends about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that my energy has not died. I would want
him to remind my sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no
energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. I want my mother to
know that all my energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of
every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. I
want the physicist to tell my weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos,
I gave as good as I got. I did my best.
And at one point I would want the physicist to step down from the pulpit and walk to my broken hearted brother and sister there in the front row and tell them that all the photons that ever bounced off my face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by my smile, by the touch of my hair, my hugs, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by me. And as my friends rock in the arms of each other, may he let them know that all the photons that bounced from me were gathered in the particle detectors that are their eyes, that those photons created within them, constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy, will go on forever.
And the physicist would remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There maybe a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through me in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And I would want the physicist to explain to those who loved me, let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. I hope my family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they'll be comforted to know my energy's still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of me is gone; I’m just less orderly.”
And at one point I would want the physicist to step down from the pulpit and walk to my broken hearted brother and sister there in the front row and tell them that all the photons that ever bounced off my face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by my smile, by the touch of my hair, my hugs, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by me. And as my friends rock in the arms of each other, may he let them know that all the photons that bounced from me were gathered in the particle detectors that are their eyes, that those photons created within them, constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy, will go on forever.
And the physicist would remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There maybe a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through me in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And I would want the physicist to explain to those who loved me, let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. I hope my family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they'll be comforted to know my energy's still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of me is gone; I’m just less orderly.”
Daniel was a very deep soul who would have been comforted by
reading this. I know he is always with
us. In our hearts, our thoughts, our
every day.
My god I miss him…
