When I was 15 years old, 3 students I went to high school with died within 4 days of each other. I attended funerals and memorials and grieved with my classmates. It wasn’t that they were close friends. I knew them through loose associations at school, but I cried because that week myself along with 1,600 other students were forced to acknowledge that death didn’t just come knocking for the old. Read the rest of this entry »
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A Touch of Death
July 17, 2012 at 1:27 pm (Culture, Death, Devotional, Philosophy, Relationships, Religious Commentary) (busyness, contemplate, Death, God, grief, last moments, life, loss of a loved one, Prayer)
When I was 15 years old, 3 students I went to high school with died within 4 days of each other. I attended funerals and memorials and grieved with my classmates. It wasn’t that they were close friends. I knew them through loose associations at school, but I cried because that week myself along with 1,600 other students were forced to acknowledge that death didn’t just come knocking for the old. Read the rest of this entry »
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