How Do we Handle Endings?

Posted: March 12, 2015 in World On The Edge

file0001129878874Our lives are filled with endings.

Some we want.

And some we don’t.

After a particularly tiring week or day at work, we’re happy to have an ending. After an argument with a child or spouse, we’re happy for that to end, too. If we’ve had an unusually cold winter, or a dreary rainy and hot summer, we take a joyful breath when all that’s over. If we’re cleaning out a closet, if we’re striving to complete a garden, and certainly if we’re in labor with childbirth near, we want endings!

But we may not want an ending to that last bite of pecan pie, or the sight of a gorgeous sunset, or a night of celebration with our spouse. We may not want to put down that sweet, sleeping baby in our arms. We don’t want to reach the ending of a wonderful song, or a great book, or a loving kiss.

Except endings come. We lose people who mean much to us. Maybe they simply leave, or maybe we we lose them to death.

Endings that come to us by death are the hardest to assimilate. A parent, a spouse, a child, a friend, who are here with us on a given day, and the next day gone.

We grieve these endings. They take a toll on the rest of our lives.

I have always believed that the veil between life and death is very thin. I have always believed that death is another beginning–for each of us, and for our loved ones. I have felt an active connection with those who have left this world for another. I don’t believe they forget us anymore than we forget them. I ask for their prayers, and give them mine. And I do have faith that I will see them again.

Comments
  1. Cheryl says:

    I agree about the veil, Kaye. Right now, I’m more than halfway through “August Gale” by Barbara Walsh. It’s very good: a true story about a father and daughter and the ancestors they lost to a hurricane off of Newfoundland in August 1935. Last night, I read about the storm. This morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about the final moments of those lost at sea, the signs and apparitions that appeared to their loved ones, and what those left behind must have suffered.

    Interestingly, I never gave much thought to the “veil,” never even thought of it as a veil until sometime last year, when—I believe—you wrote about it in one of your posts. At about the same time, I was reading the Emily of New Moon series by L.M. Montgomery: more veils and more Canada. Life is a beautiful, mysterious circle in so many ways.

  2. kph52013 says:

    Thanks Cheryl. Think about this. 🙂

    “And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. And behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth shook and the rocks were split. The tombs were opened, and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised; and coming out of the tombs after His resurrection they entered the holy city and appeared to many.”– Matthew 27:50-53

    “August Gale” sounds great; think I’ll read it!

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