His face was ashen gray, and he had been dead for some time. He was gone. As I looked at my father's body, it was obvious to me that my dad was no longer there in that body. It was merely a shell, and the real person that I had known was no gone, though the body remained. I think most people battle two opposite and extreme attitudes toward the body - either they love it too much, or they despise it too much.
Some people love their bodies too much and overindulge the physical appetites.
Other people live in denial of the fact that one day we all will die, and they keep putting off facing that reality of life. They want to cling to their earthly existence and have a fear of the afterlife. The other extreme attitude against which many of us battle is despising our bodies. Some mystics have thought that the soul is the only immortal part of who we are, and we would be much better off disembodied. The biblical teaching on these things is that our bodies were made by God, and that they are fearfully and wonderfully made.