There is something that feels so final about death. We often see it as the end. The end of one life and the beginning of another. Perhaps, in some far off distant world. One we have only heard stories of. And one we can only dream about. This place, this place after death seems so far when the wounds of loss are bleeding. But the separation between life and death is so thinly veiled.
There is one thing I have learned over the past year through my grief. One thing I wish I knew sooner and that is – death is not final. When we lose someone we love – they don’t just end there. And our love for them just doesn’t come to a halt. Love is what makes the sorrow so intense. It makes the grief and pain manifest in ways we would never expect. It takes a hold of us and squeezes us dry – because we love that much. Our pain, our heartache – it is all a reflection of the love we hold so deep within our hearts.
When the shock of loss wears off and the sorrow is all consuming. When the absence of loss runs through every cell in your body – death just feels so final. Like it is the end. The end of all the things we loved most about the person we lost. Death feels so full of lasts. Last moments, last goodbyes, last fights, and last moments of joy. It can be so full of regrets and should haves. And all the things you wished you did instead. Death seems like a point of no return. But I promise it’s not.
Death is not the last thing that will ever happen to us when our earthly bodies leave this life.
The lives of those we love may come to an end, but their memories and our memories of them are eternal. Our love for them is eternal. They live on long after they leave this place. The ones we love and lost – they live on through us every. single. day. They walk alongside us, carry us through life’s hardships, and they are our guiding light even when the world is dark. We carry all that they are – deep within us. Deep within our hearts and our souls. In a place saved only for them. Because they left an impact on our lives like no other. Through the love we hold onto so desperately – they live with us always. They continue to live here – and on the other side of that veil. The veil that separates this life from the one that comes after.
If we open our hearts, even in deep sorrow, we can still find glimpses of them here with us. Glimpses to let us know that they are still shining their love down on us – today and every day that we live without them here.
Sometimes death creates a distance. A distance that separates us from the way things used to be. A distance that can seem like it is keeping us apart from those we love. But I promise – no amount of time, no amount of distance, can take them away from you. There is nothing in this world that can make that love end or their memories fade. And when you feel them in your heart – you know. You just know they are right there with you – always. Till the ends of the earth – they are there. Because while life has to come to an end – love does not. Love cannot succumb to death, for it is greater and far more powerful.
I am so sorry that we must experience such great loss in our lives. That we must learn to live without the ones we love so dearly. That we love and lose those who matter most to us.
But I promise – death is not final.