My cousin died this morning from a drug overdose. She may not have been on the path that will lead us all to happiness, but the people who have been examining what has happened with her don't believe it was intentional. She's the one closest to me in age, and probably the cousin I'm closest to. We may not have been best friends and talk about everything, but I have lots of memories with her. And I'm struggling with the concept that she is gone...
She was only 19.
I've never had anyone even remotely close to me pass on. I'm 20 years old and although I have no living grandparents, I was only 3 by the time they had all passed on. The people who have been such a huge part of my life are still among the living. I used to think, when a friend's parent died when we were 15 or when my friends grandpa died, that I wanted to know what it was like, having someone close to you die so that I could sympathize with them. I wished that I could understand them better so I could comfort them...
Now I wish I never knew.
In all this though, there is one thing I am so grateful for; the knowledge that there is life after death. There is a whole other world or us to go through and live in after we pass on. There are more things for us to learn and there are people waiting for us on the other side. Heaven does exist.
I know so many people who don't believe in a life after this one. I know so many people who believe that we just... disappear. Once we die, we no longer exist. And I feel so bad for those people. Not having the knowledge or understanding that there is more to life than just this world. Those who don't understand that our spirits live on and that one day we will not only be reunited with our bodies through the resurrection, but with our families as well. We were not meant to live through the eternities alone. We were meant to be sealed to one another in God's great family, and to be bound together for forever. Christ died that we might live, not just through this life, but forever.
I will see her again one day. Until then, I will keep looking up, cause I know the Skyy is looking down.
She was only 19.
I've never had anyone even remotely close to me pass on. I'm 20 years old and although I have no living grandparents, I was only 3 by the time they had all passed on. The people who have been such a huge part of my life are still among the living. I used to think, when a friend's parent died when we were 15 or when my friends grandpa died, that I wanted to know what it was like, having someone close to you die so that I could sympathize with them. I wished that I could understand them better so I could comfort them...
Now I wish I never knew.
In all this though, there is one thing I am so grateful for; the knowledge that there is life after death. There is a whole other world or us to go through and live in after we pass on. There are more things for us to learn and there are people waiting for us on the other side. Heaven does exist.
I know so many people who don't believe in a life after this one. I know so many people who believe that we just... disappear. Once we die, we no longer exist. And I feel so bad for those people. Not having the knowledge or understanding that there is more to life than just this world. Those who don't understand that our spirits live on and that one day we will not only be reunited with our bodies through the resurrection, but with our families as well. We were not meant to live through the eternities alone. We were meant to be sealed to one another in God's great family, and to be bound together for forever. Christ died that we might live, not just through this life, but forever.
I will see her again one day. Until then, I will keep looking up, cause I know the Skyy is looking down.
