“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?” (1 Cor 15:55 NIV)
A friend of my parents died today. He was younger than my Dad. I’m saddened not simply by his death (his wife preceded him several years ago eventually losing her own battle with that bitter enemy, cancer), but by the fact that it just reminds me that, though we aren’t as close as I’d like, my Dad is eventually going to go as well. Sooner, rather than later.
I hate being reminded of my own mortality and that of those closest to me. Just hate it. I was talking with Dad today about funerals. I think I’ve been to two in my life and one was that of my maternal grandmother. The other was for an elder at a church we once attended.
I already suffer a great lack of what to say to people on a daily basis but really feel so inadequate – morseo when trying to comfort the grieving. I just pray that God gives me what I need when I need it or I’m going to suck as a grief counselor.