Category Archives: Death and Loss

The Path to Happiness




I am surrounded by sadness on every hand. Death and destruction sweep over the land. How can I smile and feel happy today? Things simply aren’t going very much my way.

Life is full of irony indeed. There is much of pain, of want, of need. There are many who have not a place to live and there are those who have not a morsel to give.

Is happiness having an absence of pain? Is it simply sunshine, or the lack of rain? If so, then happiness is empty indeed, for rain has its place once we have planted a seed.

If tears are a sin, then we have all fallen short, for each human being has hurt to report. Can happiness come even when there is pain? Is it possible to smile through the clouds and the rain?

Can I simply this day step outside of the zone, and allow myself a reprieve, a small moment alone to look for the good, to feel grateful, to love, all of the blessings that flow from above?

If I can, then happiness will surely come, for pure joy is a gift from The Sinless One. He said, “Come to me and I will take you in, in spite of your sorrow, in spite of your sin.”

Today, though the tears so easily fall, I will do as the One who gave his all. I will look for others in sadness and pain. I will hold an umbrella for those in the rain.

I will keep going forward with eyes now aware that there are others whose cupboards are bare. I will give what I have until there is no more. I will hold up my light on this rocky shore.

I will live my life full of purpose and love, and shed forth the peace that comes from above. I will serve until I hear the words that say, “Well done, my servant, you are here now to stay!”

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Don’t Cry for Me

Death is Not the End



As I watched men shovel the sacred ground back into its Mother Earth after the lowering of a Native American friend’s casket, the following poem came to mind:

Don’t cry for me, I’m dead and gone. I’ve sung life’s last and mournful song. I’ve cried the bitter tears and wept. I’ve passed the torch, the vigil kept.

I’ve traveled life’s tempestuous road and carried many a heavy load. I’ve helped when others had no more to give; I’ve kept on going when I had no will to live.

I’ve gone to the ends of the earth and back, I never from my duties did slack. I’ve fed the hungry and clothed the bare; I’ve scraped for money when there was none to share.

I’ve given all to my Lord, my God, and always his narrow pathway trod. I dried the tears and hid the shame, and made sure everyone had a better name.

So don’t you cry, I am at peace; my shoulders from burdens have been released. I’m here at last where I belong, no more to sigh when the day is long.

Look up and see a better world. Always keep righteous flags unfurled. Share the faith, walk the path and you will gain all that the Father hath.

Live your life as I would have done. Pray to God, worship his Son. Live for Him and live for me, and one day, soon, together we’ll be!

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Waiting is a waste of time. Certainly, better things could be done, like painting the laundry room closet, dusting the cobwebs in the corners of the windows, or washing the kitchen and dining room walls, but no, just waiting…waiting….

Waiting for the phone call that says Dad is okay and that they are bringing him home. But each time the phone rings, there are more problems, more complications, and more things that need to be done. Maybe he isn’t coming home.

Waiting for the phone call that says it is time, he has gone the way of all the earth. It is time to come and cry, time to gather with my family and remember, time to see what should have been, or could have been, if things were different.

Waiting for nature to take its course, for the timeworn body to submit to its mother earth, for the bell to ring that says the round is over and the victory won, for the snow to fall and signal that winter has arrived, for the door of life to close.

Why Lord? Why is death so hard? How can we endure to the end when we don’t know when, where, and how that end will be? Why must we continue to plow forward when the ground is caked with mud, the weeds are thick with roots and shoots, and the plow is dull with chips and dents?

“But they that wait up on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint” (Isaiah 40:31).

Waiting for the door of eternity to open; waiting for the spirit to rise anew; waiting for the angels to sing praises that one of their own has returned; waiting for a new life to begin, for time to fade away, for sadness to be replaced with joy.

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Saying Goodbye

Saying Goodbye



A hush settles over the congregation while each member arises in reverent anticipation. With bowed head and heavy heart, the long-awaited moment arrives. The closed casket is brought slowly forward, accompanied by quiet music, interspersed with the repressed sobs of the grieving.

Moments turn into hours as words become remembrances of days gone by; the happiness shared, words of anger regretted, arms and hands embraced in love, and times of truth treasured once again. If only we could see each other one more time!

A flower petal drops from the spray on the casket, and it once again makes its way to the back of the room, followed by family and friends. The procession continues to the grave side, where the bowels of the earth lie open and waiting to receive the deceased.

It is time.

How do you say goodbye to someone who is already gone? The shell of a body that is laid to rest when our spirits leave this world is nothing more than a mere remembrance of what was only moments before.

How can we speak to ears that no longer hear; eyes that no longer see, and lips that no longer give utterance? How can we express what is in our hearts when the one with whom we felt the most intimate warmth and love has turned cold before our very eyes?

If the grave holds no victory and death holds no sting, why are the tears coursing down our faces while our loved ones are lowered into the ground, never to be by our sides again in this life?

Oh, Lord, grant us peace, that when we walk away from this moment, we will see a new dawn rising in the east. Give us the ability to look up in the rosy glow of morning that we may allow the light to be infused within our souls, kindled by our meek submission to thy holy will.

When our loved ones join thy heavenly choirs, give us thy grace, that we may hear their songs while  we go about our daily activities. Help us to look into the eyes of those who are left behind, and see for a moment, the love that has been lost from our fingertips.

Grant us the peace that passes all understanding, that through our loss, we come to know thee. Give us the strength to keep going forward with faith, that through thy sacrifice and love, we will have the assurance that one day, we will see them again!

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