Articles tagged with: death

[3 Feb 2018 | 4 Comments | ]

Today I am here watching my mother die. She is not cooperating. I was about to say I am glad she is dying, but that’s not right. Not even close really. It would be closer to say my emotions are sad but my intellect approves. We often speak of mixed feelings. Few are as mixed as our feelings when someone very aged who you love is leaving us behind.
Nita, now ninety-four, fell and broke her hip almost three weeks ago. It was the starter gun for her final race—perhaps a …

[26 Dec 2011 | No Comment | ]

My brother-in-law, who has just lost his son and wife, was talking about how difficult it is to care these days about many everyday things, including his work. Yes, after great loss most things seem trivial. I spoke of the process of detachment one often sees in the very old as they progressively feel detached from the things of this world and cast their eyes toward eternity.
I then recalled what his wife, Pamela, had said after Jamie died and before her own sudden passing. “When you lose a child, you …

[20 Dec 2011 | 5 Comments | ]

One of the things I have been wrestling with, given the recent loss of two loved ones, is God’s attitude toward death—and therefore what my own should be. (I know people have written about this but I’m not in a research frame of mind.) My tentative conclusion (not new with me of course) is that God hates death, we should too, and we should be slower than we are to jump to easy phrases like “he/she is in a better place.”
One of the great truths and consolations of Christian faith …

[19 Jul 2011 | No Comment | ]

I am just returned from a trip to my home town (Santa Barbara, CA), to participate in a memorial gathering for a great friend, Gordon Morez. His son, Larry, asked me to read the following poem by Mary Oliver, which succinctly captures a man who went through life bug-eyed at all its wonders.
I offer it as a description of one aspect of a good life to which each of should aspire.
It is entitled, “When Death Comes.”
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright …