My uncle died Friday night.
Lying in hospital, his one strong hand clung to the woman he loved. His pale cheeks wet from my aunt’s teary butterfly kisses.
My uncle had suffered a Stroke weeks earlier, but on Friday—the first day of spring—I didn’t know his frail body was shutting down….
While I played Florence Nightingale to my outdoor plants—amputating dead limbs, nurturing them with life-giving water.
Springtime—the smell of fresh-cut grass, a sky the color of robin eggs, yellow buds unfurling in the afternoon sun. My Friday was pregnant with new life around me and joyful possibilities.
What a stark contrast to my uncle and aunt’s reality. Death’s chill shadow loomed over them as the life they knew and shared concluded.
And yet, even in this…gut-wrenching pain of letting go….Hope was present.
Hope is the balm that soothes the burning sting of death.
“If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men. BUT Christ has indeed been raised from the dead, the first fruits of those who have fallen asleep.”
Death can’t be sugar coated. “There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.” (Lyric from Empty Chairs at Empty Tables)
However, my uncle and aunt believed “That Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that He was buried, that He was raised on the third day….”
And their FAITH is what the Bible describes as “the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen” (Hebrews 11:1).
This world isn’t the end all. There may be mysteries we can’t explain. But God has given us His Word, and His Promise, that death will be swallowed up in victory.
The Columbine seeds I scattered in my garden last year now rise from the earth, but in a new form. The clover-like foliage and lavender bell-shaped flowers are more beautiful and fragrant than its seed.
“So it will be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.”
Because Christ lives, we live too!
That is the sweet reality for those who believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have LIFE in His name.” (John 20:31)
*Other scripture cited is from 1 Corinthians 15
Photos by Jennifer Foster
13 thoughts on “When Death Interrupts Life”
You could definitely see your enthusiasm within the article you write.
The world hopes for more passionate writers like you who aren’t afraid to say how they believe.
All the time follow your heart.
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Thank you for taking time to comment and your words of encouragement! Blessings on you at Easter.
Thank you for the kind words. I try to be transparent in my words.
I’m so sorry for your loss, so grateful for the beauty that has blossomed from it in your writing.
Thank you Adria. I appreciate your kind words. You have a way with words too!
So tenderly written, my daughter. As I celebrate his home going this morning, your words touch my heart.
My heart goes out to Uncle and family. I’m so thankful the Lord shows us the scripture we need to comfort us in sorrow.
Beautifully written, my friend. The contrast between a vivid, colorful garden against the image of a plain, unlovely hospital room strikes a cord with me. Many times when I’m working outside I find myself thanking God for THAT beautiful moment, remembering those who are also in that moment, but at a bedside. I’ve been at that bedside many times and it’s rarely lovely. Thank God we know the heavenly garden will be glorious! My sympathies to you and your family. 💗
Thank you Terrie. Life isn’t fair. When some of our lives feel like a garden, others are dealing with enormous grief. It is a stark contrast, but knowing life has seasons makes us appreciate the sweet moments.
Such a wonderful reminder of that hope, the faith to believe, the assurance to live in out. I pray God’s comfort on all of those who loved your uncle.
Love the comment, “Hope is the balm that soothes the burning sting of death.” May just have to ‘borrow’ it! ; )
I kept searching for words to encourage my aunt, and God’s timing had me in 1 Corinthians 15. The word HOPE resonated with me because Hope does ease some of the pain and helps us look beyond our current circumstances.
Oh Karen .. I am so sorry for your loss … May God be with you and the family during this time of grief
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Susie, Thank you for sympathizing. My uncle’s memorial is today.
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