What I noticed with our residents who feel fully prepared to die is that their families aren’t really ever emotionally prepared, and that’s because there is no way to really prepare for the big, fat chasm that losing someone you love leaves inside.
We may behave bravely during our loved one’s illness, funeral and shiva, but ultimately, when we come to clean out our loved one’s belongings: BAAAAMMM! It hits: We’ll never hear their voice again . . . never hug them again . . . never share how our day went with them again, never laugh or cry with them again . . . and that hurts.
But if God hears our prayers, and we live an honest, upright life filled with acts of loving kindness, and good deeds, we just may see them again when we return to our Maker in a beautiful, heavenly reunion.