Birth comes in groupings; and so does death. An old saying declares death in clusters of threes.
Perhaps the ebb and flow of life has a rhythm after all. But when it happens more frequently, it becomes very personal, and tragic.
When neighborhoods empty, and the older ones slip away; or family members pass, the reality of death can be overwhelming. Sometimes it isolates; other times it brings us together.
We have no choice but to take the good with the bad. That’s the reality of life.
A former sister-in-law passed away in March. She was 62 and died of cancer. An aunt, my mother’s last sister, passed about a month ago. She was 86. Not to mention celebrities, sports figures, children, babies, and other well-known persons are also dying. There’s no rhyme or reason to age at time of death. It just happens when the time comes.
When dying is around us, the world seems tighter. But when it’s one of our own, it’s double tragic.
We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed— (1 Corinthians 4:8-9)
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