One of the most common fears after a loss is feeling that the spirit continues to haunt the room. It’s perceived in the silence, in a scent, in a piece of clothing. But these sensations don’t come from the soul of the deceased… but from the love we still hold.

Scripture says it clearly:

“The body returns to the earth, and the spirit returns to God who gave it” (Ecclesiastes 12:7).

A loved one isn’t trapped in the pillow, the furniture, or the bed. The spirit doesn’t wander from room to room. It isn’t suspended between this world and the next.
Whoever dies returns to God.

And in that encounter there is peace, not shadows.

So, what do we feel?

Absence.

Grief.

Living memory.

The bed doesn’t hold danger. It holds history.

The bed isn’t a place of death, it’s a place of life.

When a person dies, what remains in the room isn’t darkness. It’s memory. It’s the trace of everything that was experienced there: conversations, affection, laughter, nights of companionship, shared prayers.

Fear arises not because there’s anything wrong with the room, but because confronting it forces us to look at what we avoid:

Our sadness.

Our emptiness.

Our mortality.

That’s why many are afraid to sleep there. They aren’t afraid of the bed. They’re afraid of reliving the pain.

But love doesn’t disappear. It transforms.

What was in that room wasn’t death: it was life.

The bed isn’t a tomb. It’s a witness to what existed.

Sleeping in the bed of a deceased person isn’t forbidden. Continue reading…

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