Death: On the 16th of September my grandmother died

On the 16th of September my grandmother died. She was 123 years old. I had seen her a week before she died, and what struck me was that she called my name for a whole day, five days before I went to see her. I had not planned to go but I just got the urge to go. So I got to say bye. Then came the time she was dying, I’m told she called to see if my mum was in the room and when she knew that she was there, these were her words â€œMy dear I am dying now, I need you to make sure the family is well and don’t forget to pray, be blessed I am off.” and then she got quiet and was gone. What a beautiful death. 

I know what you thinking, how can death be beautiful? She lived her life, a full life, and saw four generations – she was blessed. Why is death supposed to be painful? Is that what God designed that we should grieve when our loved ones go? We all know that once we are born, we will die. Why then is it so hard to accept death? Are we missing something here? 

If we accept birth as God-given and celebrate it then why do we hate death, yet God designed it too. If it’s God’s law that we born and we die, why then do we become selective in what we want to accept? Isn’t it disobedience to shun death and embrace birth. I know this all sounds weird but my Grandmother’s death was beautiful and it made me want to change my view of death from being something painful into something beautiful.

I feel that if we accept death, then we get prepared and will live everyday to the fullest as if its our last. Then we will stop getting preoccupied with selfish desires but love each other as if it’s the last time we’ll see each other, and appreciate each other more. I hope this will make you pay attention to death differently; I know I am.