Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha said to him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection on the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?”
“The death of a beloved is an amputation.”
— C. S. Lewis
— Carrie Jones
I am totally paranoid about posting regularly to my blog and keeping in touch. I didn’t think I could go for one day without checking on my stats, seeing who loved my words enough to leave a comment, or agonizing over what I should focus on for my next post. Yet I have struggled to even turn on my laptop since I got ‘the’ call one week ago.
“The” call is the one which confirms the death of a loved one, and this call was the second one in the space of a month which has seen two women in our family losing their husbands. To say it’s been hard for them is putting it mildly. To say it’s hard to be happy at Christmas without that special someone would be an understatement.
And so, here I am in the republic of Trinidad supporting my cousin as she prepares to bury her husband of 13 years. I have only buried my mom while she on the other hand would have buried a mother, a father (my aunt and uncle respectively) and a mother-in-law all prior to today. Saddest of all is that she has had three deaths occur just before Christmas i.e. on December 19, 20 and 21 … so many memories and so much pain all at a time when people are being merry and happy.
So far we have worked together on the Order of Service. I have helped to look for photos of the good times which will be shared with others, been her receptionist, assistant chef, car cleaner and sounding-board. There is so much still to be done: more calls to be made, specific announcements to be coordinated, communication with family members, transportation and accommodation arrangements – I am amazed she is still standing tall and strong. And then of course there is the future stuff (clothes to be sorted/donated, papers and files to be reviewed, mobile phone and other services to be terminated … does it really ever end?)
As we get ready for the funeral on December 31 my thoughts turn to life vs. death, happy vs. sad, good vs. bad. I can only sum everything up in these words: “do what you can while you can, because you will never know when you can’t.”
Please pray for my family and I as we walk this path together under God’s wings. May He guide us and comfort us, while keeping my blog safe until my return in the new year. In the meantime I encourage you to go out and be a blessing in someone else’s life – because if not you then who?
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For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
“If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I’d walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again.”
— Iris Murdoch
— Helen Keller