I wish I could boast of how strong I have been or am. It would be a lie to say that I have always handled the passing of a loved one with decorum or positivity. I have lost people along the different time lines of my life; I have watched people I care about lose someone so dear. From infant deaths, to older persons; persons dying from natural causes to those involved in freak accidents or those with congenital or inherited diseases. There are a billion ways to die. The cause of death or the perceived preparation before anyone’s passing does not make the burden of the loss any easier to bear.
More disturbing for me is the pain of losing someone while they are yet alive. Like many, I have lost a number of persons to pride, to despair, to depression, to lies, to drugs, to alcoholism, to offense, to abuse of sorts, to distractions, to malice, to anger, to low self-esteem. Wow, now that’s a pretty long list and to think that there is a lot more. It is also frightening to even consider that I may be termed as lost to a few people too.
How long can we hold a grudge to prove that we are right and the other person is wrong? How much energy do we dissipate to prove we are better, stronger, richer than another person when the basis of our comparison is flawed to begin with. What needless pain we bear when we choose to bear that burden alone rather than share it with the person who has sworn to protect us. Why would we continue on an obvious path of destruction rather than listen to reason just because we have adjudged the helper unfit to proffer any solution.
Good news is that as physical death is not final, for those of us that believe in God the Supreme Being, any form of death too, need not be final.