|Arlington National Cemetery at Dusk on New Year's Eve, 2014|
This subject has been weighing very heavily upon me these past few days.
My friend Buck has been gone for over a month. I still miss seeing his comments. I'll go to his place and wander through his old posts, remembering.
Then today this, over at Skipper's place, the news of a young man lost far too soon. A young man whose parents are friends of friends.
I cannot begin to imagine the grief of his parents. I cannot pretend to "know" what they are feeling. I pray every day that I never know that pain.
The fear of losing a loved one is ever present. Most of us try not to think about it, we push it away and hope and pray it doesn't happen to us or to people we're close to.
But it does. And it hurts.
They say that time heals all pain.
They're wrong in one sense, that pain stays with you until the day you die.
Our sincerest hope is that when we die, we are reunited with our loved ones in the "sweet by-and-by." It's what I believe. It's what I hope.
I do not fear my own death. We all die.
I fear the death of those I love.
So, does one not love in order to avoid that fear?
No. For then this life would be truly pointless. And I know in my heart of hearts that it is anything but pointless.
We're born, we live and then we die. Hopefully, somewhere in there, you find people to love, people who love you.
So yes, mourn those who have passed. But remember their lives and how much they enriched your own life.
Without love, life is a living death.
I've been there, I don't ever want to go back.
|Dawn, the 15th of January 2015.|
Another chance to celebrate life.