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Writing A Letter To DEATH ... Therapy!

Dear Death,

I'm writing to you for a variety of reasons. As I recall my first encounter with you, I was around four years old and I saw my goldfish floating in his bowl. It was a sad day for me.

The next time you showed up was when I was seven years old when my grandfather died. That really hurt because you see death, he was the closest thing I had to a dad. Now that I think about it, you also showed up the day my parents divorced. I mean I understand that you didn't take any casualties, but the death of your parents love and devotion makes a kid feel the effects for the rest of their life. More on this later.

As time went by, I began to take notice of your presence in other areas. You are the one who fills cemeteries and you even show up in the seasons, like Winter - when everything dies and it's cold, just like my grandfather's hands were that day.

Since then, you have taken my sister, by a tragic car accident, my father, by suicide, my step-father, by a massive heart attack, my best friend, by suicide and my mother - She fought you like a tiger and it took you nearly eleven years before you were able to take her.

It still hurts when I recall the suffering she endured trying to stay here with us. Then as history will repeat itself, you also came and the love and respect that my thirty-three year marriage ended and you used seduction to destroy us. Love, Loyalty & Respect all dead.

Little do you know, I've been paying attention and I have come to see that with every encounter I've had with you, you came to teach me throughout your course of destruction.

I know I have no control over you, and someday I too will face off with you. I realize that you are simply a part of God's plan for something better.

It is written that the wages of sin is Death, but I won't throw scripture at you. But you do need to know a few things. Sometimes you are welcomed. Yes, you heard me right.

You see, it's hard to witness someone you love with all your heart suffer for days, weeks, months or even years. I'll be honest, I somehow felt relieved when you came for my mother. She fought you for nearly eleven years and yet I believe God preordained a time for you. He speaks about that in the Book of Ecclesiastes.

Somehow I've learned to see the beauty in you. I mean you end suffering, and you are also the doorway in which I, as a believer, must take to step into Eternity.

Stepping into Eternity is something I can't even get my mind around as I know and believe that all of those that you came to escort through the gates of Heaven will all be there.

Welcoming me when you show up at my door.

So, in closing, I don't know whether to hate you or thank you.

You are simply a part of life's tapestry. Just know that there will be a day that God has ordained to establish His Kingdom here on Earth, and Jesus will reign. And on that glorious day, you will experience yourself - Death will Die.

Working in the so-called death industry, I see your effects every single day. You need to know one more thing and that I am here to serve those that are left with your aftermath of destruction.

That is my purpose in this life - I am the clean up crew as you move through. You effect people so differently - Some are angry, some are so low because they can't rise above the pain you've caused and some you've made warriors of because of the pain you cast.

People like me that have come to know you more intimately.

Signing off now.

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