I’m sitting here, thinking about my dad, concerned about how he must be feeling. Having his only sister called home, even though we knew it was coming, hurts. Looking down toward their house, all the lights are off so I’m hoping that he is sleeping right now. Resting for all that is yet to come. It will not be easy.
I lost one of my brothers just over a year ago. That pain is real, deep, and lasting. How much more so is it when you have reached advanced age?
The anniversary of my husband’s death is also fast approaching. Four years, how can it really have been that long?
When my husband was called home, even in the midst of the pain, I celebrated for him. His health had not been the best. There were times when he struggled to breathe. A short trip from the car into a store, left him struggling. He was in and out of the hospital several times. When he was called home that day, sitting on the bunk of that idling big rig, in a truck stop hundreds of miles away, everything changed. He was now free of all the suffering of this life. He was walking with the Lord. He, my brother, all of the family that had gone one before them, were there.
Luke 23:43 ESV / And he said to him, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.”
2 Corinthians 5:8 ESV / Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord.
Philippians 1:23 ESV / I am hard pressed between the two. My desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better.
I can only imagine, how it must have been, when she closed her eyes that final time here. When she took that last breath here. My cousin was there, she said it was peaceful. I imagine, gentle. Closing her eyes, only to see the angels, holding out hands of welcome, hands of invitation for her to follow. Leaving behind a weary, worn, earthly body to walk into Heaven new, whole, without blemish. The celebration that must have taken place as she joined them. Her earthly journey through. Casting off all that had bound her here, and dressing in the glorious robes of eternity.
I wonder, how many family members were standing there, waiting? Her husband I’m sure, since he had gone on some time ago. Parents, her other brother, extended family from across the ages. All there to greet her. What a joyous time it must have been.
To see Jesus, to stand most likely to fall, before Him. Seeing Him in all His glory and love. What a moment, a glorious, blessed moment. Where there would be no words other than “Thank you Lord”
While searching for the above Bible verses, I found this message. It really explains a lot. https://unlockingthebible.org/sermon/what-happens-when-you-die/
I know, that we will miss her, dad will miss her terribly. At least he does have a good last memory of them going out for lunch before she fell sick. We saw her briefly at Christmas, when she dropped by to see my dad mostly but also the rest of the family. We will miss her, it will be so different with her gone from us.
Just as I would not ask my husband to leave there and return to this life, suffering as he was, knowing he is so much better now. I would not ask her to return either.
Soon, we will see them all again. Soon, we too, will be dancing in glory, praising God and living life eternal.
It is not good-bye. It is we will see you soon.