We all have loved ones we have lost parents, siblings, grandparents, relatives, friends and etc. And when they are taken from you at that time you usually question Why! Why them? Why did You take them away from me? I know because I've asked that question to many times in my life, and never really got an answer until a week ago, well in actuality I was probably given the answer years ago, but never fully understood it. Before we go any further I'm going to lay it out on the line that I will not touch on religion and if you are or are not a religion you won't go to heaven, (i've been told that a few times :P). I just laugh at those people because I believe deep down if you are a good person and spend more time in your life helping others, more than helping yourself in the long run there will always be a spot for you upstairs. At least I hope so...fingers are crossed.
They say you die twice, the first time is when your heart stops, and the second is when your name is spoken or thought of for the last time. I don't buy that quote at all. The first part is a given, but I think the second part never happens. Every person in this world touches lives in a way either positively or negatively, and the way you have been affected by that person always stays with you through memories, sure they may be distant memories, but they are somewhere in your mind. Whether it be of your uncle calling you up once a week to ask you three simple questions before he talked to your Mom; 1. How's work? 2. How's the girl situation? and 3. Clog any toilets lately? Then go into detail about what he had to do get some of his down. I miss those phone calls. Or it might be your Grandpa taking you to the Funspot with your sister almost every sunday when most of the other kids were at Church to play mini golf. Those memories stay with us forever, and get passed down through us without us even realizing it, through our everyday actions, the way we act, to the way we talk, and to the people we become, eventually, and hopefully.
I was in church a few weeks ago and Father told a story about a boy who died and went to heaven, but then the doctors brought him back. His Dad asked him what was heaven like were there a lot of people there, and the child responded all he saw were children. Which brings me to two conclusions one, if we die before teenagers we're going to heaven, or two in heaven we revert to our most innocent form, child. Which if you are a parent you know most children aren't that innocent. :) But I believe that is mostly part 2 with a twist. I believe you are reverted to child like form in heaven because God reuses your best parts of you when you are alive and redistributes them to your family, to make sure that they are never forgotten. For instance my uncle had massive poops, all three of my kids clog our toilets. And my Uncle never knew a stranger and I strive to be the same way, seeing the good in people and refusing to believe that they had bad in them. I was about ten and we were sitting in my Uncles pick up in McDonald's parking lot and we saw a homeless man with a sign that said "need money", instead of my uncle giving him money he bought him a meal and gave it to him, the man then threw it in the trash and moved on, my Uncle smiled and got in the car and drove off. And we never talked about it on the way home. Because I believe he just wanted to forget the negative response he just received and move on. And that's what he did.
The funny thing about life and death is one always follows the other. After life comes death hopefully way far down the road, but ones where it is unexpected and sudden I believe that is His way of giving a gut check showing us how life is so precious and not to waste it. So the Why? I finally understood of why He takes people from us is very simple it helps us grow and teaches us that life is precious, and to live every moment. We need to learn from their lives, and either apply what they did if they got it right, or change a few things that would needed changing to make it right. I have said in the past we are the result of our ancestors before us, how else can you explain people saying that's something your grandpa would say, or you look just like your great great grandma. You could explain it with genes for the looks, or overhearing your parents for similar saying and intelligence for the grandpa quote, but I know deep down it is more than that. God chose what He wanted to pass down to either brighten our lives, or enrich the lives of others. He gave us those gifts as well as the ones he chosen for us, and it is our duty to share all of them with the world, so the memory and lives of our loved ones who have moved up are never forgotten.
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