Everyone is dying...
In half a year, I've lost four very important people in my life.
First, Tom Birdwell, the man who helped me see the Truth, and helped me study the bible, and acted as a stand-in grandfather (and his wife Christine was my gran) passed on in his sleep at the end of last year.
Then, my neighbor, Miss Isabel, passed away in mid-February after spending almost a year in a nursing home because she was unable to take care of herself.
Then, Keesha, who was more of a sister than a dog, was put to sleep earlier this month due to a parasite and arthritis.
And I've just found out that an extremely close friend of my family, Miss Augusta Issler, passed on two days ago at St Vincent's Healthcare Center in Erie, PA due to a brief illness.
Tom and all three of these women, and yes I do consider Keesha a woman, lived long, healthy lives and were loved by many wonderful people. Still, it hurts to know that I may never see them again. My only hope is that I'll find them after the Resurrection, and that Augusta and Miss Isabel will accept Jehovah's Truth so that we can all live together in Paradise forever.
And although I struggle to keep that faint glimmer of hope directly in front of my eyes, I can't help but worry about one thing.
Who's going to be next?
I'm torn.
It could be anybody.
So, part of me wants to draw everyone closer and enjoy every second I have with them, because I've learned how precious life is, and how each and every person in your life is like a gift from Jehovah, no matter how big or small a role they have. (Whether you've known them all your life or you've just met them on the bus)
But, another part of me wants to push everyone away, and not get close to anybody, so that I won't feel any pain or remorse when they've gone. I want to withdraw into my shell, and let the world live without me.
At first, this would be painful. But later, I wouldn't feel anything.
This seems to be the easiest choice, but not the most enjoyable one. I prefer to be close to people rather than to be alone.
Death is a confusing thing.
I tihnk I'll stop now, because I'm crying and I really don't want to be.
(Oh, and guess what I'm reading? Death NOte. DX)
So, I guess this is it.
I love each and every one of you, even if I haven't met you yet.
Always hold everyone close to your heart, so that, at the end, they can say at least one person loved them.
Lindsay
RIP
Tom Birdwell
Miss Isabel
Keesha Hires
Augusta Issler
First, Tom Birdwell, the man who helped me see the Truth, and helped me study the bible, and acted as a stand-in grandfather (and his wife Christine was my gran) passed on in his sleep at the end of last year.
Then, my neighbor, Miss Isabel, passed away in mid-February after spending almost a year in a nursing home because she was unable to take care of herself.
Then, Keesha, who was more of a sister than a dog, was put to sleep earlier this month due to a parasite and arthritis.
And I've just found out that an extremely close friend of my family, Miss Augusta Issler, passed on two days ago at St Vincent's Healthcare Center in Erie, PA due to a brief illness.
Tom and all three of these women, and yes I do consider Keesha a woman, lived long, healthy lives and were loved by many wonderful people. Still, it hurts to know that I may never see them again. My only hope is that I'll find them after the Resurrection, and that Augusta and Miss Isabel will accept Jehovah's Truth so that we can all live together in Paradise forever.
And although I struggle to keep that faint glimmer of hope directly in front of my eyes, I can't help but worry about one thing.
Who's going to be next?
I'm torn.
It could be anybody.
So, part of me wants to draw everyone closer and enjoy every second I have with them, because I've learned how precious life is, and how each and every person in your life is like a gift from Jehovah, no matter how big or small a role they have. (Whether you've known them all your life or you've just met them on the bus)
But, another part of me wants to push everyone away, and not get close to anybody, so that I won't feel any pain or remorse when they've gone. I want to withdraw into my shell, and let the world live without me.
At first, this would be painful. But later, I wouldn't feel anything.
This seems to be the easiest choice, but not the most enjoyable one. I prefer to be close to people rather than to be alone.
Death is a confusing thing.
I tihnk I'll stop now, because I'm crying and I really don't want to be.
(Oh, and guess what I'm reading? Death NOte. DX)
So, I guess this is it.
I love each and every one of you, even if I haven't met you yet.
Always hold everyone close to your heart, so that, at the end, they can say at least one person loved them.
Lindsay
RIP
Tom Birdwell
Miss Isabel
Keesha Hires
Augusta Issler