george harrison imagines

see you in the afterlife

see the thing about death is, we all go through it. we all experience it. even if we're younger, middle aged, or even older! our time comes. i, however, didn't think his time was going to be soon. how could someone so caring, loving, and kind, be dying of cancer? it just didn't add up and quite frankly the memorial service was much harder than finding out my georgie had died. i wore a black long skirt and a long sleeved shirt. i couldn't let his family, our son dhani, my family see me like this! i didn't want anyone to see the places george touched me, kissed me, because even for myself accepting his death was just too hard.

everyone gathered around the gagnes river in india while i held his ashes in front of me. i was about to, with the help of my son, scatter his ashes along this river. they did that in the hindu religion and since my georgie was hindu, we gave him the proper burial. i couldn't hold back the tears, what would be the use? george didn't fear death and honestly, neither did our dhani. i let the tears fall while i popped open the urn, beginning the ceremony.

"friends and lovers alike, today is not a sad day for we are celebrating the former life of a husband, george harrison. george was a father, a husband, a friend, a brother, a son, and overall, a great person. he leaves behind a wife, julia renée harrison, and their 23 year old son, dhani harrison. george was 58 when he succumbed to cancer and will always and forever be remembered as someone who put others first. a very selfless man. we will miss you george. always. julia, if you'd like to scatter his ashes." someone spoke as i burst into tears while dhani and i scattered him along the river to an indian hymn.

it was here i whispered, "see you in the afterlife."