As I sat at my computer today working on my blog I heard the sirens of an ambulance stop close to my house. My neighbor John had crossed over. I went to school with John. We both went to Central High, learned and worked in the same trade. Printing and typesetting was our chosen field. He was employed at the local newspaper, and I at a typesetting establishment. I have known John for over 50 years. Just last week I went to the funeral of another school mate. It is the process of growing older.
After hugging John’s children, I came home back to my computer. Of course, I am saddened at John’s passing, but he is no longer in pain from his cancerous body, he is with his loved ones that passed before him, surrounded by caring and compassion. His physical life is over, his lessons learned. John was a kind person.
Growing older means losing good friends, and loving relatives. However, I am grateful for my age, and my past experiences. I am glad I can be there for the loved ones left behind, to hug and comfort them with my knowledge of the spiritual world. Grateful to feel the pain of loss, to cry with others, as I have laughed with them in the past.
Growing older is a special time, a time to accept the temporary nature of the physical existence we call life. To look forward to the eternal spiritual life that is our birthright. We are so blessed, and I am so grateful for the ride.
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