My uncle died last Sunday. I’m going to Dallas early next week for my appointment about the mass in my breast.
All these things, plus a number I haven’t written about, have struck me mostly mute of late. I apologize to all of you for being MIA so much of the time. I have quite a lot to say about the things happening in the world, and I’ll try to get back to writing speed as soon as I can.
In the meantime, I did write this post for the National Catholic Register, inspired by my uncle’s passing. Please pray for him. His name is Doyt.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving, my friends. We have so much to be grateful for.
From the National Catholic Register:
My husband’s uncle died Sunday. He was 82, and had lived a good life.
Before he died, he saw his dead sister, our Aunt Tid, and his mother. That’s not uncommon when we are nearing the end of this life. We get glimpses of the new life we are about the enter.
My guess is that God sends loved ones to us, to help us make that transition, that they are a welcoming committee of sorts. I believe God sends our angels, alongside our loved ones who have passed ahead of us, to lead us home.
Death is not annihilation. Your body and soul will be separated for a time, but you will not stop existing, not even for a moment. On that day, you will hear someone say, You are mine.
In that moment, we will enter the embrace of the one we have chosen to follow, the one for whom we have lived. Will it be Jesus?
You are mine. You belong to me.
We all die. You will die. I will die. Everyone alive will die. We have no choice in that. But we choose whose voice we will hear when we cross over. We choose now, here, each day of our earthly existence, as we decide who we will follow and who we will trust.
Do you trust Jesus? Do you follow Him?