Yet another conversation about death. (Owen made me write this.)
We were talking about a part of the book Owen is reading about a soldier who was going to die. There was no room for him in the hospital, so they left him on a stretcher in an alley while he waited to stop breathing. Owen commented on how sad it was that he died all alone.
I disagree with Owen. I think that when our time is up, God either comes to us or sends a messenger to guide us from the end of this life to the beginning of the next. What we, the living, see is not a painful death. We witness the body’s physical reaction to the soul leaving it to go to heaven. The person, or what makes the person more than a body, is already being guided away.
Owen said that the thought of death makes him somewhat fearful, not because he does not know his destination, but because eternal life is something new that we can’t plan and don’t know what to expect.
And I said, “Just like a Best Western. You just never know what kind of experience you’re going to have.”
I agree Wendy. We are never alone, even if no human is with us.
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