Death is very mysterious.

What is death? The absence of life.
But what does it mean to have no life? to have no feeling? no sense? no thought?

What is the opposite of existence? nonexistence?
But if something is nonexistent, then it has no definition; we cannot truly comprehend nonexistence because of its undefinable nature.

So how do we face death in all of its mystery?

Can we? sanely?

Is death the gloriousness of life? the culmination of every moment of experience--all of the good and bad and beautiful and mundane and joyful and burdened--compressed into a fraction of your life. Moments.

Or is it the opposite?

...

Very simply: we don't have answers. We don't have the understanding of why.

That mystery may be enough of an answer for some. But it may not be for others.

Death is tough.

I am so sorry for your pain. Your dad. Your grandfather.

Death has no consoling words.

Sometimes God doesn't cut it either. Sometimes hearing: "God wanted your father to be in Heaven with Him and the angels," or "God will always be with you no matter what happens," sometimes they just don't work for you.

And that's OK.

There are some moments where words can't do their job. That's OK.

Sometimes, we just need a moment to.. breathe. To get sense of what's going on around us. Take a moment to be alone and gather your thoughts. Be still.

Grieve.

I am so sorry.

regards,
wes