Death
Death is
inevitable.
It is a
moment of remorse; pain of parting from someone dearly loved; sadness even though
you know that now, that person is free from any worldly sorrows and cruelty.
Every
soul will taste death, even plants go through that process.
It has
been a tradition in certain cultures and religions that after a person’s death,
family members mourn for 40 days.
Now in
the 21st century, we are not sure if the 40 days of mourning is
because the soul of the departed needs these number of days after its death to
leave the Earth.
But we do
know, that it is the minimum time required by us to heal from the wound that
has pierced us deep into our hearts and left a numbness.
I
overheard one of the videos on Youtube that my mum was listening to. The
speaker was relating how death is a blessing in some way. He spoke on how to
gather the courage to embrace death for our Maker is calling us back to the
safety of His home. Every day of our lives we should give a thought to death,
prepare and build the pleasure of crossing over in happiness.
You will
never feel good or get over someone’s death, but you will surely never feel the
same as on the day the person died.
After
days, months or it might take even years, the burden on your shoulders lessens
a little. The pain in the chest diminishes. However, that emptiness is never
ever filled.
God has
created a balm for every wound, even death. Times is the healer here.
Life is
short, so strive to be compassionate to yourself, and others as well, before
destiny creates a void.
I would
like to quote a small paragraph that I found in an amazing book that I recently
read: My Mother’s Shadow by Nikola Scott. I was fascinated by her
realistic description of death.
“Death is
a funny thing. Not funny funny, obviously, and really not funny at all,
but strange. By rights, it should come with a bang, announcing its cataclysmic
blow with machine gun harbingers of doom; instead it sneaks up like a thief,
waiting for a too-eager foot stepping out into a traffic light or that single
rebellious cell in our bodies that suddenly decides to start its devastating
multiplication. Death always watches, biding its times until it strikes, and
when it does, nothing will ever be the same.”
NisMah
09.04.2020
Interesting topic of choice..
ReplyDeleteI believe that we need to talk about life and how to live it.. Coz once dead, nothing really matters..