As I mature, death becomes more real, less
feared, more readily accepted. All my relatives: my grandmother, cousins, great grandparents, and parents, are buried in a small-town cemetery--- resting in a clump of pine trees--- on a Missouri hillside.
In 2013, I chose to spend July 4th with my father at his final resting place. Thick grass spread a soft blanket over the sleeping... as birds sang and squirrels played hide-n-seek between the headstones.
Several graves displayed American flags honoring those dedicated veterans who'd proudly served their country in various wars.
An atmosphere of quiet peace and
timeless memories surrounded me. I sensed an untroubled calm--noticeably absent--in my daily life. I stayed longer than I planned.
Standing in that silent
place, surrounded by those who had quietly surrendered, I realized that life offers many-worse fates-- than death.
Corinthians 15:55, "Where, oh death, is thy victory? Where, oh death, is thy sting?"