It is curious how we all give this thought and have our slants. My dad became less to do with religion as he got older, thinking it nonsense. I found a note in his wallet he must have written some years before by the looks of it. He gave his wants on what to do with his remains already referring to his ‘corpse’. No service, no priest, cremation, and do whatever with his ashes. Well he had outlived all of his friends anyway except one living 2,000 miles away that was over a decade younger. My father-in-law was totally opposite, very religious going to mass nearly every day eventually succumbing to prostate cancer. Both men you’d find admirable in life, a friend, true gentlemen, military vet’s, and incredibly capable with all things mechanical, woodworking, etc. I was blessed knowing them.
Where am I on this; no surprise…sort a in-between. There’s a view I got of my dad (and few years later, my mom) lying deceased in their hospital beds…staring at them for a moment telling them how much I love ‘em grabbing their hand, kissing my mom on her forehead, and of course they’re gone. Life with them flashes by, all the years remembering their strength, capabilities, accomplishments, their love for me. It’s hard to think of ALL this is just gone? My dad and I had a chat maybe 10 years before he passed when he said “There can’t be a God, he wouldn’t let this happen”. We were watching a sad doc about starving children in an oppressed nation. I replied “But think about this, mankind could stop this; we have the ability, just that in this case, their government was hugely corrupt”. Then added “God gave man free will, right?” By the look on his face I think he gave that consideration.
As I get older, the thing that’s actually sort of comforting in the hope there’s more than just death is if I’m wrong…I won’t know it either way.
Where am I on this; no surprise…sort a in-between. There’s a view I got of my dad (and few years later, my mom) lying deceased in their hospital beds…staring at them for a moment telling them how much I love ‘em grabbing their hand, kissing my mom on her forehead, and of course they’re gone. Life with them flashes by, all the years remembering their strength, capabilities, accomplishments, their love for me. It’s hard to think of ALL this is just gone? My dad and I had a chat maybe 10 years before he passed when he said “There can’t be a God, he wouldn’t let this happen”. We were watching a sad doc about starving children in an oppressed nation. I replied “But think about this, mankind could stop this; we have the ability, just that in this case, their government was hugely corrupt”. Then added “God gave man free will, right?” By the look on his face I think he gave that consideration.
As I get older, the thing that’s actually sort of comforting in the hope there’s more than just death is if I’m wrong…I won’t know it either way.