Grief dissolved

Understanding the continuity of life

Last year when my mother passed on, I didn't know how I would ever get over it. Though I felt comforted by the truth that my mother, as God's image and likeness, is immortal, I nevertheless could not shake the sadness associated with not seeing her. In the days immediately following her passing, I often worried that she might be frightened or that she might feel alone. I longed to know, tangibly, where she was, and I felt helpless, unable to talk with her and hold her hand.

As I flew home to prepare for her funeral, I was engulfed by grief. I gazed mournfully out the window at the blazing orange sky as the sun began to set. Soon our plane became completely immersed in darkness. That's just how I feel, I thought. No matter how hard I tried to understand that Mom's true, spiritual identity could not have died, I still missed her sweet face, her voice, her bright laughter.

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