The father returned from the funeral.

Behind the door, his seven-year-old son, wide-eyed, a golden amulet hanging around his neck, lost in thoughts that were too difficult for his age.

His father took him in his arms, and the boy asked: "Where's Mommy?"

"In the sky," the father replied, pointing to the immense blue.

The boy looked up and stared at the infinite sky. His confused mind cried out into the night: "Where is the sky?"

He heard no answer. And the stars seemed like burning tears in that brooding darkness.

*   *   *

The sensitive story from the 1913 Nobel Prize winner for Literature, Rabindranath Tagore, invites us to important reflections.

When we face the phenomenon of death in our world, it is inevitably that we also have to learn how to deal with the idea of loss, of absence, of sorrow.

How can we console a child who has just faced the death of a father or a mother? What explanations are sufficient? What could soothe such an innocent heart?

It's curious that some of us, even as adults, suffer as much as children under these same circumstances.

Saying goodbye to a father or a mother, to those who were our first bonds in the world, seems too much to handle.

If there is love, there will be tears.

Let us not be afraid to suffer. Suffering makes us great; suffering is part of the construction of the greater love within us.

Let us not be ashamed of our own pain; let us not keep our tears hidden in the soul, for there they become a dormant volcano that will eventually erupt.

Good feelings need to be experienced exuberantly. If longing wants to cry, wants to express itself with happy memories, with gratitude, let's let it flow abundantly.

However, let us be careful, for our feelings are still sometimes immature, selfish, and dangerously trapped.

Let us be alert to despair, when the pain surpasses the limits of longing and it turns into hopelessness.

This is the time to tell ourselves: enough is enough.

This is the time to reflect on another factor involved in the phenomenon of death: it is a passage, not an end.

Our loves continue to exist just as they did before. No one is lost.

Death is the end of a stage, when we leave behind the physical garments we have worn for a time and return to the universal homeland.

And this is not a figure of speech. It is not the heaven of the ancients, where no one knew where they were.

We learn from the Good Spirits that at the moment of death, the soul returns to the Spiritual world from which it had momentarily departed.

Let us consider: where is our true home, from which we have temporarily departed and to which we must return?

This changes our perspective on things.

Finally, the most beautiful thing of all: if we continue to exist, if some return to the Spiritual homeland before others, it is only natural that reunion will also occur in due time.

If there is love, there will always be reunion.

Spiritist Moment Team, based on a part from II
of the XXI chapter of the book O fugitive, from
Rabindranath Tagore, ed. Macmillan Company,
and on chapter XXI, of the part II, question 149
 from O livro dos Espíritos, by Allan Kardec,
FEB publisher.
August 11.2025