How Do You Prepare?

Can one ever truly prepare for death?

How do one prepare for death?

It’s not taught in lecture halls like we learn how to use the Pythagorean theory: a theory I am yet to find any applicable use till date

Many motivational speakers—then and now– have tirelessly preached about how to live life

Many authors, in the past and present, have written countless books on how to face life boldly and live it fearlessly

But, I seldom hear about how to prepare for death?

The got-to-manual on how to prepare for death is no where to be found when the doctors have prescribed a limited time on earth

We dress it up with long overalls of hope, and optimism—hanging on to a flimsy thread bound to break loose at any moment

All of a sudden those motivational novels and speeches starts to make sense: live life to the fullest! Embrace and enjoy each moment! Live in the present! Take each day as they come! Forgive and be kind to yourself!

So now we hold on even tighter to the thread hoping, just hoping, that if they do everything right like the Awarding Winning NewYork Times Best Seller Author proclaimed about living, it’ll somehow reverse the doctor’s prescription.

The more we hold on, the weaker the thread becomes and suddenly it snaps–pulse rate: blank.

They’re gone: forever.

To loved ones who have departed from us, then and now—a warm adieu.

Will forever and always miss you.



8 responses to “How Do You Prepare?”

  1. Hey Sunshine, it’s so hard losing & missing our loved ones. To me Psalm 23 has always been of great comfort – we were reciting it to my Papa as he passed. “He leadeth me beside still waters…” May our God of Everlasting Love lead you beside the still waters of His comfort & grace. Much love & many hugs 🌟🙏🤗💞☀️

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    1. Thank you Virgina.
      “He restores my soul…”
      I love Psalm 23—it’s filled with very powerful and comforting words.
      Hope you have a blessed and wonderful week 🙂💕


  2. Thank you for sharing!!… ;0

    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there, I do not sleep
    I am a thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamonds glints in the snow
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain
    I am the gentle autumn rain
    When you awaking in the morning hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
    I am the soft star that shines at night
    Do not stand by my grave and cry
    I am not there, I did not die
    (Mary Frye)

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    1. WordPress is giving me some issues…. 🙂


    2. Thank you for reading and sharing that beautiful poem. 🙂


  3. Condolences Cyn. May the Rest of all those we’ve lost be sound and peaceful, till we are reunited on that fateful day of the Lord.

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    1. Amen! Thank you much for your condolences. 🙂

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  4. Loved this. Eased my soul. Followed you.


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