Death is coming

The closer death creeps up upon me the less I am able to understand the reasons for life or living.

Yes I have experienced a close family member dying and unlike television it takes decades to handle such a thing. To think I am going to put my family through such a thing when I finally leave is more horrific to me than the thought of death itself.

My life was and is still a learning experience but when all said and done what am I to do with all this accumulated learning over my lifetime if I just die. There is no logic or reason to this.

Long ago I became aware that the God story that is sold to the majority is just a nice story to give mankind with a message of a basic layout of how nice life could be if everyone followed these ideas. Not many in life do and if one thinks about it the good and evil structures actually depend on each other. The good that can be experienced in life is only understood as good when there is it's opposite to compare it to. This is not rocket science only common sense in reality. I am not saying we need to experience bad but understanding in it is needed to appreciate the great things many of us can have in our lives. From birth to death there are many ways mankind helps his fellow man. How many ways can you help?


Monday, September 5, 2011

How To Deal With Death Living a Life Of Freedom

By Burton Rager


Nobody finds it easy to continue on after the death of a close friend, sister, brother, parent, spouse or child. Each brings its own hurt and agony and difficulty in learning how to deal with death. The power of the loss will change incredibly. My feelings after the loss of a best friend were quite different from the loss of my elders and those losses were noticeably different than the death of my wife.

I was with my number one friend just a couple of hours before he died. I can recollect him pulling at the sheets and being really agitated. I sat beside him and held him for a considerable time while trying to provide comfort to my close friend and companionship to his spouse. It was troublesome for her to witness her man fighting and to understand the end was near.

Sitting and staying with my mother in the hospital during her last 5 days and nights was quite a different experience. I recall looking at her numerous times to determine if she was still breathing. She was ready to go home to heaven; and that helped everyone who adored her. However, watching your mother struggle to breathe during her last hours is rarely easy.

My pop, a fabulous 86 year old man who had lived a full life, died 6 years after with lung complications. He was also quite ready to go to Heaven. He had missed my mom extraordinarily over those last 6 years. I wished I had known then what I know today. We furnished him a good life but I failed to realize the hurt he was going thru. The night he died, I was alone with him for the last four hours of his life. I held him in my arms during those last hours, just he and I. I was able to say to him what an awesome pop he'd been and how much I loved him. What a privilege to get to hold him and to hear the death rattle. It became so sweet because I knew where he was headed, to see his Jesus and to see the old lady.

I grew through these experiences yet, they did not prepare me for the biggest loss of my life. My prior better half of TWENTY-SEVEN years was identified with stage 4 cancer. Ten weeks later she also went home, just like my friend, my mom and my pop. This experience, not like the others, rocked me to my core. It's a story all its own. Some moments I could grin, but at times the grief was all consuming. I would feel trapped in a box; respiring, merely surviving was all I could manage. It was as if I could only take one step at a time. It was in this experience that God started to mold, form, and change me beyond anything I may have imagined. He was preparing me to accomplish His work thru my life.

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