I now Understand Death
When memories of where I was when I heard of my younger sister's passing in 2016, decide to visit, I end up questioning God. Everything awakens. I have this mind that family and peers describe as morbid. It vividly paints a picture of every image relayed to it. Mine is not a fearful brain. When it hears "don't go there!" it interprets it as a beckoning gesture that yearns for it to explore it all. After burial my eyes are fixated to the setting sun. They know that when going to the cemetery, we head to that direction. I watch its fading light disappear and darkness takes over. On the first day, I worry if she will be okay lying there alone. I fear for her 21 year old body lying there without us to protect it from everything that might cause her harm. I then think about the decaying process, let me shut this down! My understanding about why we die as a Christian is based on the conclusion that God borrows us our loved ones. Now, before they became ours, they were his.