Conquering the Fear of Death

Too weak to utter words, and unable rise her sunken eyes, this is what my aunt Lucy told mom on her deathbed when sunlight struggled to enter the dark room, " Endure grief with faith... think of the glory you'll see!" " God will welcome you to Heaven... your struggle will end by night!" Silently she resigned to her fate, and turning her moribund head she nodded, accepting the final agony coming upon her... and everybody's tears had to be released, to show her the affection and the love nurtured by obedience, kindness and sincerity. To watch her die, made us aware of our own vulnerability, which will face on our darkest day with or without comfort... blessed are the ones being consoled by prayers, making their grief bearable until their breath stops; blessed was mother to have seen angels rapture her... when her heartbeat could no longer be heard! Her spirit rose up as they carried it with caution to the blissful place of angels, martyrs and saints... because she lived a Christian life of truth and sacrifice; and mom will certainly remember how we squeezed her hand, comforting her without showing the intensity of sorrowful emotions as we whispered, " Mother, you have loved us dearly...so have we!"