Life is tenuous.
Death is part of life.
She is no longer suffering.
We will see our loved ones again.
I have heard these things all my life yet death never steals another person that I don’t doubt those words. I am maybe too literal, or too caught up in the here and now, but death is always surreal.
Or maybe it’s just frustrated anger.
I know it happens. I just don’t ever expect it to.
John Donne was right: “Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind….”
You hear those stories about people in terrible accidents or illnesses who have gone, seen light, been in a tunnel and have come back. My own father had such an experience.
The late Rev. Billy Graham spoke of a dream he had more than once after his wife Ruth had passed away where he stood on the bank of a river and could see Ruth standing on the other side, and this gave him hope that he would join her someday. I like to believe he has.
But I know the strength of a dream, the convincing hoax of illusion so I am too skeptical.
Still, this person I never knew who played something of a role in my son’s splintered life is gone. I have to believe she is now whole again, now not suffering but filled with unimaginable, unfathomable joy at seeing her precious Savior.
Thank you to those who read my earlier post, or spoke about it or prayed for her.
You are those who keep hope alive.
“Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is as strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame.” —Song of Solomon 8:6