Death is often difficult to talk about. Yet, most people will, at some point, experience the painful, difficult loss of a loved one. The death of a loved one is one of the most horrific experiences there is. It does not matter if the death was an accident, a terminal illness or an unexpected event. Sometimes death brings families together. Sometimes it splits them up. Sometimes death takes a young child or an elderly relative; regardless, the emotional trauma can be extensive. Between that lack of knowledge of death and the fear we all have of it, silence reigns supreme when someone dies. And I suppose it is even worse when someone dies even before their birth, or when there is a miscarriage, or a stillbirth. In my case, I received a call from my college friend letting me know that her mother had passed away. I was leaving for a business trip to Colorado the next morning for a meeting that was months in the making. There was no way I could miss it. Yet, at the same time I was heartbroken for my friend and her family. I wanted to be there for her and at the funeral in New York. But, it just wasn't possible. My meeting was in Denver on Tuesday morning, her mother's funeral was in Long Island that same afternoon. I went to my meeting. My friend went to her mother's funeral. I sent flowers and a card. I felt awful. Now, visiting my friend, even years later, when her Mom is mentioned, I still feel a twang of guilt that I wasn't at her funeral. Today I know that he can't hurt me any more. He was fully responsible for living his life the way he did and I am only sad that he passed away. I concentrate on my happy memories and move on. I have allowed myself to be free from the past. My mother tried to hold on as long as she could. I told her that I would see her at the other side and not to be afraid. She did so much for me. Now it is time for her to be with my father. I read my mother her own private eulogy which she loved. She nodded and smiled. I held her hand. She squeezed my hand and she understood. She said I lo. with all of her remaining breath. She was finally ready to die. I said good-bye and cried, and cried, and cried. She died a few days later. When you know yourself to be unconditionally loved just as you are, you have found the happiness that passes all understanding. That is the meaning of your life. From that meaning comes your purpose in life - to experience. Desire is rooted deep inside of your flesh; right down to the core of your heart. The reason desire is so deeply rooted is because flesh is not a spiritual force; that is to say flesh is not spiritual. It knows nothing but needs and wants. It does not reason, it only begs everyday for satisfaction. Essentially, your flesh wants to feel good and never feel bad (which is another fact that is so elementary, bible study groups neglect to point it out). Yes, the unknown if always fearful-, but I want to try to comfort you who fear, by saying; we will not face death alone. Christ indeed conquered death and cleared the way for us. We are going to conclude our study of the guardian angels, but I can promise you, there is a wealth of biblical information I could not offer due to limitation. Seek and ye shall find, if you have that desire. funeral program funeral program funeral program
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