From a faith filled family, these thoughts came to me after my grandmother passed.
These thoughts came to me after my grandmother passed. I say so proudly I have had the privilege of being a caregiver for over ten years, starting at nineteen, I have cared for over 100 residents, seen over 30 pass away before I was 24, all with dementia & full assist needs. It genuinely humbled me & changed my life…
I also have one of the greatest privileges of my life with my family honoring me to care for my grandmother as she moved to hospice. She was a very faithful Catholic, with crosses above each door, holy water in the house, rosaries covering many surfaces of the home & many prayers being whispered…When I had gone into her room to administer her dose she had passed, peacefully, waiting to be alone. After many days had passed, the grief had sunken in like the titanic. Forever in the depths of my heart, willing to stand the rest of time I had on this earth…Soon bringing some thoughts to mind.
Faith isn’t a security blanket for fear of dying…
I feel like even the most faithful/religious people still fear death or dying. Not because they aren’t firm in their belief in AFTER life…More so, what will they leave behind? Fear of missing out on their loved ones living…falling in love, getting married, bringing new life into the world, giving advise & sharing your love with the people you care about.
Why do the faithful/religious have to be criticized for being afraid? When the idea of not loving anymore is a scary thought. Age/longevity doesn’t matter, because our bodies age us & fail us faster than our minds…
My thoughts are in bold/italic. My question for my free thinking & creative friends is in bold. I do invite you to share your thoughts in this safe space.
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