Death is a part of life. One is part of the other. It’s difficult to talk about loss and yet so easy to boast about gain. Accepting the good is easy, acknowledging our accomplishments is rewarding. On the other hand, I find myself stammering for words when another life is gone.
My thoughts turn to The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. It’s such an engaging story; it’s difficult to put down. The narrator, Death, draws the reader in with its emotionally stimulating monologue. Death has no gender and merely referenced as it.
As daunting as it was to read Death’s words I felt compelled to learn more about what it had to say. With every word I read, I tried to suppress my emotions, after all, it’s just a story of a young girl living in Nazi Germany during the Holocaust, but written about one of the most tragic topics ever, the Holocaust – so much pain, suffering, and death.
Accepting the loss of a loved one, a friend or even those that touch our life isn’t easy. It doesn’t matter what their age or how they died, the fact that they’re no longer with us is difficult to accept. We’re afraid to let go, and if we acknowledge our feelings we may lose them, correct?
I’ve always believed it’s healthy to grieve, that it’s a process, something everyone does differently. I should acknowledge my feelings so I can say my goodbyes knowing that God has been there all along. What a comfort there is in trusting God to handle everything allowing me to rejoice in life and be comforted with fond memories of a life that has left this earth.
Romans 14:8: For whether we live, we live unto the Lord, and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord’s.