No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.-
It was just 14th Feb 2015 that my grandma died and it’s been years since I had seen family on my mother’s side. A bitter-sweet moment, but tell me why there’s nothing less than the sting of death and it had now brought us together.
I sat and listened to the priest tell lies to appease loved ones in their seats.
When you looking at a face that’s weeping, the grim truth won’t bring them no peace.
So I put on, all white gloves like Mr. Jackson and carried the casket to the Cadillac. Then I realized this was the first time that my cousins and I ever did something together.
Whatever, I’m grown now and come on let’s just put on the smiles and take pictures. Eat this humble pie then leave the dishes for somebody else to clean them until I see y’all again.
I hopped off the hearse van and my God!, what a scene that I saw on that TV screen last night. People huddled round with hands on their mouth. Hell no! Not again…same problem, it had hit a new town and left 147 dead, 79 of them hurt. My question is, where do you really begin when some lives’ just ended? And everybody has got this question banging on their minds: If God’s so good how did He let this happen? Is it mental health? Is it gun control? Where are our lives headed to? What is our fate with death?
Is it that we make superstars out of animals? Is it the movies we make? The video games? I guess but then I don’t know because all I want from God is an antidote and all I know is this world is so broken. Our sin is the reason it isn’t like it is supposed to, because words fall short every time I’m trying to comfort the grieving.
But all I can tell someone out there, is that you got to believe in something and you just got to know that there’s hope to believe in. One day my God is going to crack the sky and He is going to bottle up every tear that we ever cried.
He is going to bring truth to every lie, justice for ever crime and all our shame will be gone and we’ll never have to hide. No more broken hearts, no more broken homes. No more locking doors, no more cops patrolling. No abusive words or abusive touches. No more cancerous cells that will take our loved ones. No more hungry kids, no more natural disaster. No child will ever have to ask where his dad is. No funerals where we wear all black. And death will be dead and we’ll lock the casket.
Yes! We’ll lock the casket.
We therefore get to a point where we realize that It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather, our concern must be to live while we’re alive – to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes with living behind a facade designed to conform to external definitions of who and what we are.
Rest in eternal peace grandmas! We are not mourning you,we are celebrating your lives because you will forever live in our lives.
Dedicated to my two grandmas.The late Mikal Okal Andar (Nyonyango) and the late Mikal Obong’o Ogut (Nyamadualo)