Death

The passing of my aunt Maureen today has got me thinking about death. How hard it is. For the living. It is inevitable, yet we are caught off guard by it, even when a person is sick, or dying we still get hit so hard. Is it because we hold on so tight to hope? Hope that they don't leave us? Hope that we have the chance to say what we need to say to them before they go? Why do we hold on so tight?

I think it's a combination of the feeling of love and the fear of being alone. And this is where God steps in for so many people. Our saving grace; whomever or whatever it is, takes care of that for most of us. It is what brings love, and it is what is always there for us, when it's just us. The other comfort is, that the person who has left us has gone to be with, and be a part of that God or that one. The one who we rely upon to give us love and to keep us in good company.

Death is therefore not a loss. Only a change. And knowing that my aunt Maureen has not left us but has gone to join the one that i rely on for comfort and love when i am alone, is something to be grateful for.

Lenny.

September Third, Two Thousand and Nine.