I was talking to a friend the other day who happens to work in the health care industry. She told me that she had become upset at work because a client called and asked to cancel about sixty percent of her prescription drugs. When my friend asked the lady why she was doing this, she answered by saying, "Because the doctor has given me less than six months to live and I'm only going to continue taking what I have to for the rest of my remaining days." At this my friend felt very sad for this woman, although the woman wasn't sad at all. As it turned out, she was 84 years old and dying of lung cancer. She felt that she had lived a long and enjoyable life and was ready to go now.
Death is a subject that tends to upset many, and it would be understandable why if you were under the impression that it meant the absolute end of one's life altogether. Strangely enough, people that have a strong belief in god seem to be the most worried about it. I find this rather amusing considering the fact that God has supposedly told us that He has promised us eternal life after our earthbound one. Many of these folks go to church every Sunday and pray about being thankful to the promise of heaven as soon as they're done here, but continuously mourn the mortal deaths of their loved ones.
It's understandable if you miss your friend/neighbor/family member/husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend/dog/cat, oh shit, I could go on forever. Even that stupid plant I forgot to water since the third day I had it. The thing is, we don't know how they felt about it at the time. They may have said that they were scared, or that they were worried about leaving us. The outer appearance, though, is all WE got. THEY may have felt something different inside. They may have been living the last several days/months/years in pain or distress. It is quite possible that they told God that they were ready to go without us even knowing that. Also, God has a wonderful way of comforting those that are about to join him on the next plane of existence.
For all of you that refuse to believe in God, (which is fine, by the way. I don't judge anybody, or at least I try not to.) there was a man years ago by the name of Albert Einstein who theorized that energy cannot be created or destroyed. This means that even if we die, we only lost our body, while the rest of the energy inside us lives on in other forms. Even if you want to say that this is only a theory, you've got to admit that it doesn't sound like a bad one.
Coming back around to my point here is this: There is no reason to fear or be sad if a loved one dies. You will see them again someday, and God has promised us unconditional love and forgiveness no matter what we do. Keep the good memories, and let the rest go. When my time comes, I can only hope and pray that all my loved ones (if there are any) will do the same thing.
P.S. If the zombie apocalypse happens, you may see your loved ones sooner than you think!
