The Final Farewell

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 21^st 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