I just put a post up about how I am fortunate to be alive another day, even though I suffer from this that and the other. The phone just rang and we have a death in the family. As I type this I have many emotions at once. I must say that I do not feel guilty about complaining. I'll tell you why..........
I know some folks who are terrified of elevators. I mean so much so that they won't enter one. They will instead take 6 flights of stairs or none at all. I myself have no fear of elevators, yet that makes their issues nonetheless real to them or terrifying.
So I have my own issues and fears. Death oddly is not one. I don't wish for it, yet I do not fear it. Where do we go? Is it all we thought it would be when we were children? I just told our 6-year old that cousin Tim went to join Grandad in heaven. She accepts that....is it that easy? Is it all that simple. If we look at it from the bible there are two options...one that shows heaven as this awesome place...another that states all past will be erased and forgot and we spend our time circling the throne singing praises which is not quite the same as hanging out with all the people we miss.
I was put under for a stomach scope a few times. Perhaps it is like that. A long slumber. It is easy to ponder all this when alive and well right? For someone given a few weeks to live, the conversation and thought may be much different.
I remember my Dad saying "Son I am dying". A few weeks later he was laying there getting his ribs broken from CPR. He lasted another week. As we watched him fade when they no longer pumped him full of epinephrine, I realized he didn't die...he escaped.