A close friend of ours asked me the other night how I 'prepared' for my mother's passing away. I told him that up until the moment they told me that she was gone, I always felt she would recover. It came as a total shock to me when they said 'it's time to let her go' indicating that there was nothing more they could do for her. Although others around me, may have realized this earlier, it didn't sink in for me. I always felt there was hope and a reason to 'keep going'.
This morning, the father of this same man, passed away. Fortunately it happened quickly - although how quick can it be when you watch someone slip away. You don't know the timing 'at the time'. You just wait and wait and wait. Wondering if this is the last breath or will a miracle take place.
Watching your parent pass on has got to be the most difficult thing a person must do. Our own death, even if it is not in our control, somehow we control our actions, our emotions, the way we respond. Someone else's dying process, we have no control over. We simply watch and pray.
Our friend is in shock and will be until this is all over and he has moments to think about all that has happened, so quickly. In an instant, it seems our life is over. Thankfully, I believe it is not the end but just the beginning.
John 14:1-4; 6
"Do not let your hearts be troubled; Trust in God; trust also in Me." "In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going." (6) Jesus answered. "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."
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