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, difficult to put down and yet emotionally stimulating on numerous levels as it’s narrator is Death. Death has no gender and is simply 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 it is written about one of the most difficult 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 been taught that 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.