Rich Maffeo on Nostr: “What are you doing dead?” I addressed the question this evening to the framed ...
“What are you doing dead?”
I addressed the question this evening to the framed photograph of my mom. It was taken a year or so before she died in August of 2018.
In those early years after we buried her, I often asked her that question. Sometimes to her photo. Sometimes just looking at the sky. But now, more than six years after a brain aneurysm suddenly took her from me – I ask it less frequently.
But I still ask it. Like I did this evening.
I still miss her. Quite a lot. And I know I will continue to ask her the question and I will continue to miss her as long as the Lord gives me life on this side of my own grave.
I often wonder how the non-Christian deals with the death of a mom or a dad or a child or a spouse. I mean, I know FOR CERTAIN I will actually see my mother again, because she died a child of God by her faith in what Jesus did for her on that Calvary cross. But the non-Christian? They have nothing whatsoever to hope for. Nothing.
Oh, how tragic that must be.
When I die, someone will bury my body – as someone buried Mom’s body. But the real me and the real Norma will rejoice forever in the presence of our Savior on the other side of this mortal life.
“What are you doing dead, Mom?”
Sometimes I think she might be answering: “Waiting for you.”
I addressed the question this evening to the framed photograph of my mom. It was taken a year or so before she died in August of 2018.
In those early years after we buried her, I often asked her that question. Sometimes to her photo. Sometimes just looking at the sky. But now, more than six years after a brain aneurysm suddenly took her from me – I ask it less frequently.
But I still ask it. Like I did this evening.
I still miss her. Quite a lot. And I know I will continue to ask her the question and I will continue to miss her as long as the Lord gives me life on this side of my own grave.
I often wonder how the non-Christian deals with the death of a mom or a dad or a child or a spouse. I mean, I know FOR CERTAIN I will actually see my mother again, because she died a child of God by her faith in what Jesus did for her on that Calvary cross. But the non-Christian? They have nothing whatsoever to hope for. Nothing.
Oh, how tragic that must be.
When I die, someone will bury my body – as someone buried Mom’s body. But the real me and the real Norma will rejoice forever in the presence of our Savior on the other side of this mortal life.
“What are you doing dead, Mom?”
Sometimes I think she might be answering: “Waiting for you.”