Almost
all of my life I've had a fear of death. Thinking
back on it today I believe more than anything it was the
fear of the unknown. It was troubling to me that the destination
was uncertain. While grownups preached faith in a better
place, I battled with thoughts like how do they
know there's a better place what if it's like a
permanent sleep or state of darkness what if it
was just the end? Somehow I wanted to find a way to live
forever.
At a very
early age I fought to stay awake at bedtime. I reasoned
as long as I was conscious I would, at the least, have
a fighting chance. Years later, I remember listening to
my church congregation gloriously singing "Count
the years as months, count the months as weeks, count
the weeks as days - any day now we'll be going home".
I thought to myself - are they crazy what's their
hurry where is the cause for celebration? They
couldn't have known the outcome of death any more than
I. Didn't they realize faith by definition is rooted in
chance?
Over the years,
as my feelings matured, I developed an affinity for movies
(such as Beaches and Boys To The Side) - sometimes
tearfully attempting to prepare for the impact of such
a loss. I dedicated my life to living everyday like
it was the last - trying to do the right thing and ensuring
loved ones always knew I cared. With knowledge the depth
of my questions grew however - where does all of this
lead to why are we here what is the rhyme
and reason where is the fairness of it all?
On January
13, 1997 at 5:00 PM EST, my fear and questions about death
ceased. As the last remnants of life dissipated from
my mother's body so too went all traces of innocence and
doubt. No logic or intelligence could help me cope with
the immense crater both in my heart and the pit of my
stomach. Only faith saw me through the pain that I could
never have imagined. Faith that if I followed in her path
- I would see her again.
Two years
later, the destination is no longer the focus. My daily
concern is retracing the loving and caring life she lived - regardless of what the journey brings. My faith tells
me that making the world a little better, as she did,
is the only way to ensure I will see her again.
I recently
heard a minister tell a story about three young women
sitting on a bench pleading with death to give them another
chance. Death left - agreeing to give them a warning before
he came again. Twenty years later the three women, sitting
on the same bench, were approached by death again. Each
argued that it wasn't their time - that they had received
no warning. Death reminded the first women of a recent
surgery that was touch and go for a while and the second
woman of a serious car accident a few years ago which
she had walked away from. In both cases, Death indicated
it was their warning to get their lives in order. The
third woman asserted, I'm different - I've had no accidents
and no operations. Death responded, remember the first
time you squinted to see something, your first gray hair
or the first time you didn't spring out of bed in the
morning? You're right you are different. I've been
giving you warnings every day.
The irony
is this life is simply about preparation for the next.
Simply put live right, be respectful, and worry about
your daily choices. The almighty will take care of the
rest
"Count
the years as months, Count the months as weeks, Count
the weeks as days - Any day now we'll be going home".
See you soon
Mom
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Your
thoughts on 'Any Day Now'
This article
has had a great impact on my life because for years I
felt the same way couldn't understand why we had to die,
and why were we brought into this world so we could just
die. But God created all of us for his purpose and his
purpose only, so we need to prepare ourselves for life
after death whether it's someone we love dearly or ourselves.
We often take life for granted.