“Ever since my Mom died three years ago, he’s been saying, ‘Why can’t I die? Why can’t I be with her?’”
I heard this from the daughter of my aged Stake Patriarch last night at his viewing. It made me very pensive and sad — but mostly for this reason: Why would one waste the here-and-now for a future that doesn’t exist?
Faith is a great thing that differentiates we humans from [most] animals and I know that it’s comforting to think that we will see our loved ones again; that this life is merely a precursor; that the trials and tribulations we face now are but a tiny piece of eternity.
Personally, my faith leads me to make the most of this life, of relationships with people, of seeing, experiencing and enjoying this beautiful world. I understand why we want to imagine that there is more and that we are not finite, but the sad truth appears to be just the opposite.
Another of his daughters said this to an older couple in the receiving line:
“Dad is up there with Mom working hard right now, because as you know, there is even more to do there; it is a busy place.”
I’m looking forward to a rest — the final one.
When we’re done, we’re done.