Fact: Life goes on

Genesis 3:19 - In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou [art], and unto dust shalt thou return.

                  When someone you love dies it seems (to me) that everything should STOP. For the person in mourning it often does, not to begin again for sometime depending on how you heal. But for the rest of the world, life goes on. Each day comes, each night. It will continue without you no matter how influential you were, Tomorrow is promised to no man. It has always been this way and will always be. Its a hard concept to grasp. For me anyways. After my sister passed I dont remember much, it was a full year before I came back to some sort of normal and went about my teenage life. My life was forever changed though, as was my entire family. To see how each person deals with it and how it has changed them has been something in itself and I cant explain it. I can say, losing someone young is earthshattering, it makes the concept of how short the time we have here stick out in your mind at all times.
Any time I begin to dwell on the negative I am reminded it could be over this instant. Reminded no matter how pissed I am or broken, I must find a way to love and be thankful in every situation. There is not nearly enough time for me to put into words how I have been affected by my sister dying, I dont know that if I even tried I could. It is odd how in some ways it has made me a better person and in others made me a total spazz.
People die each second in this world, it seems like it should get easier. You would think we should be prepared to handle it and not be so devastated or shocked when it comes, but then we wouldn't be emotional human beings, right ? I imagine most hope to live long lives and quietly drift off in our sleep and this would be what we would hope for those we love as well. Its weird - DEATH. Its scary, its permanent, its inevitable. I am not so much afraid for myself, just for my children. That they be taken care of, that they not be sad or scared, that they would never have to endure pain or suffering. The same as any mother I guess. I take great comfort however in knowing that I am the daughter of  the King as are my children and in the end we will all be together, this is what quells my fears.
I love that the Hispanic culture celebrates their dead with Dia de los Muertos. It is much more joyous and freeing to pray and remember, than to be full of grief and sadness over a grave twice a year. Not to say I will never be sad again or be completely devastated if tradgedy occurs but I am going to do my best from now on to choose to pray and remember joyfully. To celebrate my sisters life that was LIVED, to be joyful that I had the opportunity to know her for the time I did. And the same for my other friends and family that have passed. I celebrate your memory and I know I will see you all again.