Sigh, I know that life on this planet will end for everyone eventually. I know that in my heart of hearts that there is life after death. The past few days, and this month in particularly, have become difficult due to deaths. One was most recent, this past Friday, and it makes my heart so very sad. Laura McDuff was one of the kindest, sweetest souls I’d ever met. She was a professor at mine during one semester at West Texas A&M University. I also worked with her at my present job. She had a great smile, a really good laugh, and a caring heart. I’m told she passed away due to a long-term illness. My heart will mend. She will be missed.
Last year, February 24th, a dear friend of mine took her life. I think I pretty much knew that she would. I had talks with her, cried with her, hugged her. Due to false accusations, I was unable to be around her after that last encounter at the end of summer 2012. I feel angry about that. I warned her about consuming alcohol and medications. I do not know the details of her death, nor do I need to. I know that I miss the fun times I had with her. I know that I hope she is at peace. I know I wish I could have gone back to visit her. I know that it will always be a sad thing for me. Every single time I look at the moon, I think of her. She was always taking pictures of the moon. I look at the moon and say hi to her.
I’ve had many people I care about take their lives, die in accidents, and of natural causes. None of those is easier to take than the other. I do need you to know that if you are feeling suicidal, there is help. I know things feel heavy, lonely, and overwhelming. Those feelings do not have to be permanent. Death is. Call me! Call the cops! Call a hotline! Call a friend or family member! Please, call someone!
From the time we are born, we are born to die. That’s the way it goes. Nobody gets out of that.
I have no idea if either of my friends, talked about in this post, believed in God. I can only pray that they had that relationship with Him and both at peace, now. I know that when I die, my body will be buried, but my soul will live on in the place that Jesus has planned for me. Resurrection will come.
I will deal with my grief the way that it comes. I am not ashamed of it or afraid of it.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” John 14: 1-3
That brings me peace. Some of you reading this do not believe in God. I know this. I do believe, and I do not apologize for that. No matter your belief, please understand and know that when you feel like nobody cares if you die, I do! I do not need to know you to care. I do not need to know you longer or deeper than I already do to care whether you live or die.
Feel suicidal? Go here and get help, please.
I do care.