Thoughts on Fear of Death

Thoughts on Fear of Death

[my struggle with the inevitable end]

In order to not fear death, I must believe in death.

That is, I must believe that death is all that I believe it to be. 

If I believe that our souls unite with God at death,
then death is not a thing to be feared at all. 

Rather, death is beautiful.
Death is a homecoming. 

So long as I believe in death,
I will not fear death. 

I will not fear that moment that replays over and over again in my mind,
that moment when my mother died.
Because where she is now is okay.
Where she is now is better than here.
Where she is now, is where I can only pray to be.

I want to believe she is with a God who surrounds her with endless love,
too much love for my little brain to comprehend.

Great sadness overwhelms me when the reality hits,
each morning,
each night,
and many times throughout each day.

But as long as I remind myself that death is nothing to fear,
and that she is safe,
and she is happy,
and she is basking in love,
gloriously...

Then and there, I will find peace.

Here and now, I am at peace with death.