When you say the word death, it not only sounds final it is final here on earth. I am fifty-eight years old and until recently I didn't realize how short our lives are here on earth. I never gave death much thought when I was young. Right or wrong I was to busy living life. And other people died, not me. Now that I'm older and know my life here on this earth is getting shorter I think about it often. I have not the answer to the many mysteries concerning death. I do know we are powerless to stop it. It is very painful when we lose someone close that we love. I believe that death is the hardest thing anyone has to endure. August 12,1997 I lost my grandson (Randall). I have never experienced anything so painful. I pray everyday for God to watch over my children and grandchildren and to keep them safe. I have not a clue why God took my grandson. I know we are all God's children and that we are a part of his creation and that we belong to him. There are children all over the world who are dying. Could that mean prayers do not go unanswered and God is still watching over our children even when they are not here with us. Could it be they are better off then we are who are still living. I look at my grandson's picture and look into his beautiful brown eye's. I ask how can you be dead? Then I have to say to myself you are not dead your sprit lives on.
The sting of death is something we all have to deal with when it is our time. But when we lose someone so young we ask ourselves what could I have done to stop this from happening. The answer is, nothing. Our destiny is in the hand of our almighty powerful God.
Since my grandson's death I have had to go back many times and read the serenity prayer which says it best.
Lord grant me the serenity to accept
the things I cannot change,
the courage to change
the things I can,
And the wisdom to
Know the difference
May God bless each and every one of us.
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anniversary date 08-12-97
date of post 02-11-98