Whether it's you who has lost someone close or you who is consoling someone over the death of another, death is not a topic most people like discussing. I also don't suspect that anyone really likes to think about, much less discuss, their own death.
I've always known I was going to die. I mean it's the evolution of things, right? But it wasn't until Robby - my gorgeous, charismatic, 6'2" tall, dark and handsome, 32-year-old, Irish twin of a brother, tragically and suddenly left this Earth via a horrible car crash, that I first faced my own mortality.
Where is it that we "go"? What happens to us? Is it as simple as "lights out" and then you find yourself in a quiet, empty nothingness just floating through the universe?
I know this is morbid talk but suddenly, death is everywhere, and I get antsy when people are dying, it seems, all around me.
I will have attended three funerals in less than two weeks. At one funeral, even the Pastor said, "I do not have the answers. I don't know what to say."
These thoughts, uncomfortable as they may be, are fleeting. See, I know it takes faith. Faith in God to understand, to believe, to take comfort in another's passing. Strong faith. Faith that there are reasons why some people are "taken" so soon and why others are left to suffer. But I do know, that faith will get you through it.