It has been a year and 3 months since my dad passed away. There was not a single day that I don’t remember…..At times, I would wake up with tears and almost choking because of a dream about him. The dreams were almost always similar…that he was alive although sick but I was there…telling him to take his meds or be careful with the things he is doing. It must be my subconscious being guilty for not being there during the remaining days of his life. Not being able to take care of him nor comfort him through his pain. It’s too late now, but what ifs are inevitable…what if I had known then of a liver and colon cleanse that really works…then I surely would have recommended dad to do it…What if it was able to help him…then he might still be alive today.
One of my earliest post in this blog is about death….I just wrote it out of whim not thinking of a particular someone. It feels so different reading this again compared back then without the hurt I feel now.
(Entry originally published on Oct 25, 2007)
Death, perhaps for everyone, is an enigma that’s so hard to accept.
When death strikes, eveyrone in the family, as well as other relatives and friends are often at a loss, mostly asking the question ‘why did this happen?’
The bible urges us to weep with those who weep. Helping a bereaved person calls for compassion, discernment, and much love on one’s part. We should not wait for the bereaved one to come to us. We should not simply say, “If there’s anything I can do . . .” Find that “anything” , and then take the appropriate initiative.
I have seen people become devastated because of the death of someone they love…though uncalled for, the verses below are comforting words that the bible gives…
“Death is swallowed up forever. Death, where is your victory? Death, where is your sting?”—1 Corinthians 15:54-55