A time to be born, and a time to die – Ecclesiastes 3:2
Death is inevitable yet when it comes, it’s a blow. On Wednesday, I lost my father. Although we were expecting him to pass away, it was still a shock. We had hoped that he would hang on a little longer so that my son and I could visit him. He’s never met his grandson. He has photos of him and they have spoken but meeting face to face would have been wonderful. I am thankful that they got to know each other, though. My son is his first grandchild. He was recently blessed with another–my brother’s daughter. I don’t think he got to see her but he knew of her and was very pleased.
Death is our enemy. It robs us of our loved ones. It brings pain and sorrow. It leaves an emptiness that was once filled with our loved ones. It is like an intruder that breaks into our lives and takes away everything we hold dear. It is that part of life we don’t want to experience. It is a reality we don’t want to face. Yet, it comes.
Death doesn’t have the final say, though. It isn’t the end. It will be swallowed up in victory. And one day, we will ask, “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” And we have this assurance:“God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away” (2 Corinthians 15:55; Revelation 21:4, KJV).
There is a time to die. My father lived a long life. And it was his time to die on the day before Valentine’s Day. I miss him terribly but I know that I will see him again when the Lord comes. Until then, I will cherish the memories I have of him.