Recently I have been plagued with someone else’s fear of death, and it combined with my own causing it to double(or even triple). I bursted out into tears, felt hopeless,afraid, alone, and it just came out of no where.
Although I still want my loved ones to live happy full lives, I’ve learned to view the death of good people as a “graduation”…an accomplishment.
And, I also believe that people in the distant future will begin to view death much differently. More as an accomplishment(as it is for good people, and should be)
The corruption of what most people think death is, is DEEPLY rooted within us. And that is NOT the truth.
In the island where my family comes from, wakes before the funeral are different, instead, we throw parties and celebrate.
Some deaths are tragic…but we can pray the their soul overcomes the trauma and be free to cross over.