Death is not to be feared.
Sure, dying can be quite painful if you don’t experience it while in a coma or within seconds, like if you’re slowly crushed under an overturned oxcart or some other equally slow, painful fate.
(Sorry, I just finished the first season of The Witcher on Netflix. It’s far from perfect and it’s no Game of Thrones, but it’s a ridiculously-guilty pleasure.)
But death itself is nothing to be afraid of.
It sucks for those you leave behind, unless they gain some perspective on the whole situation, that is. I would’ve fallen into a seemingly-endless pit of despair if my family and all of you weren’t here to keep me grounded
Personally, I believe death is merely a doorway to the next level. If the Fates are kind we’ll take our last breaths on this plane and find ourselves in a lush field of green beside a riverbank, the warm sun shining on our faces. It won’t be so sunny that you need sunglasses, but enough that it’s not overcast. And it won’t be humid or sweltering (no one should have to go through eternity with swamp ass) but rather just warm enough that you won’t need a sweater or a light jacket.
You’ll walk to a dock that’s been properly treated so the wood doesn’t crack or split where a boat with plenty of room to walk around and stretch your legs on is waiting. I have no idea how long the journey will take but maybe they’ll be a nice buffet laid out. But eventually you’ll see it: The most breathtaking forest ever conceived where everyone you’ve ever loved will be waiting.
Of course, if you divorced several times or had multiple partners things may get messy… But let’s hope not. And I’m not certain if you’ll see everyone you ever loved, like that puppy you dogsat for two weeks when you were ten, or that uncle your mom kept away from you as much as possible (he gave you sips of his beer and let you look at his Playboy collection so you loved the guy, naturally) but the people at the top of your list will definitely be there.
How do I know any of this, you ask?
To be clear: I’m not talking about religion, especially the organized type. I’d rather experience Chinese water torture while Mariah Carey Christmas songs blare in the background than spend a nanosecond at a church service. Religion has toppled nations and led to more human suffering than the Trump presidency.
But faith is where it’s at. Faith will keep you going when the walls close in and you doubt you’ll make it through the night. God. Buddha. The Kardashians. Family. It doesn’t matter where your faith comes from as long as it comes from somewhere.
Faith isn’t simply a person or a place; it’s a feeling, one that reminds us that our lives have value and they’re worth fighting for. Always.
See you in the lobby, kids…
I heart you right back, Kate.
And those crazy cats of yours, too.
I am comfortable with the thought that my Mum and Dad are together and when my turn comes, they will be waiting for me.
Of that I have no doubt.
I love this one. I too believe that when we cross over all our pain is gone and we’re reunited with our loved ones. I’m so glad you have faith!
I have faith in people, my friend.
It keeps me going when I don’t feel like moving anymore.
Faith does move mountains, Hook. Nice job.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, buddy.
There’s a good chance we’ll never meet in person; I wonder if we’ll recognize each other someday beyond the Pearly Gates?
I’ll know you by your big heart.
Faith is what makes you keep going when you don’t see how you can make it, god or no god, so it is essential for the whole not killing yourself thing.
You bet it is, Doug.
Merry Christmas, man.
Damn it HOOK!! You’ve made me cry again….when you’re being funny!!!!
That’s the goal.
Your tears wash down my morning breakfast.
But seriously, thank you for always being here.
Have a Merry Christmas.
You surely got it, Hook. Merry Christmas in the Falls.
And Merry Belated Christmas to you and yours, Mark.
Death holds no fears for me, but some of the processes are worrisome. As for the next level stuff? Nope. Life is like a sale at Screwfix. When it’s gone, it’s gone
You may be right, my friend.
No one really knows, do they?
This is beautiful. And you are absolutely right. Keep the faith, Hook.
I’m doing my best, Jennie.
Acts 16:31, 1 Corinthians 15:1-8, 1 Peter 1:17-21, Revelation 22:18-19
Hola Robert… hope you are well. Faith is what is the basis of everything and all I have these days. Life has been rough as of late. It is why I have kind of dropped off the planet (not that anyone has noticed) Just thought I would say Hi.
I’m sorry I’ve been a neglectful cyber-friend; sometimes we get so wrapped up in our own lives we lose track of those outside our immediate circle.
I’m sorry life has thrown you some curveballs.
I hope you’re doing better now.
Thanks Robert. I haven’t been much of a cyber friend either. Things are not better… different, and will get worse before it gets better I’m afraid. It is the valley we are in right now. “And this too shall pass” but it is hell while we’re here 😢