Those we truly love never leave us. There are things that death cannot touch. ~ JACK THORNE
When my daughter was around 10 or 11, we lived alone in a small apartment in So. Calif. One weekend while we were eating breakfast she asked, “Mommy, what will happen to me when you die?”
I felt like I just swallowed a storm.
That moment in time stands clearly in my mind. The fear of living without a parent must be overwhelming to a child. I never thought of death at that age. OR maybe I didn’t want to think about it. I grew up in a culture believing that life and death is part of life. My father died when I was twelve and I had no choice but to survived. There were times when I wished somebody told me that I’ll be all right. That death comes to us all. We just go to Ngedloch. So keep on living (after the burial).
Somewhere deep within, I believed I was going to live forever. Culturally, we believe we’re going to live in the spirit world. Later I learned that eternity is deeply rooted in our hearts. (Ecclesiastes 3:11) In every human soul is a God-given awareness that there is “something more” than this transient world. And with that awareness of eternity comes a hope that we can one day find a fulfillment in a place where vanity is not in our vocabulary.
As a Christian I am just going home.
By the way, Christianity is not about perfection it’s about one perfect man and what he did, not what I did. It’s a win win situation. If I die and there’s nothing after this life, it’ll be all right. I’ll be dead anyway.
That day I told my little girl that she’ll be all right. That little girl is a now a mother of a young woman heading for college this fall.
Remember me loving you ❤