Good deaths have a ripple effect that go out for a long, long way, for a long, long time and, unfortunately, so do bad deaths.
I just stumbled across a blog post titled rapture? (not what you think) on Wild Celtic Rose where she describes a personal experience with each kind of death, and she manages to convey the lasting legacy of each far more eloquently than I’ve ever been able to do. I highly recommend a read if you get a couple free minutes sometime. (It’s not that long and you may cry from the beauty at the end. I sure did.)
She also brushes lightly over a couple of other interesting (and loaded) topics.
The first involves the subject of respecting another person’s right to die the way they choose (and one possible cost of not respecting said right.)
The second involves the legal right we all have to forego any treatment and die if that’s what we prefer.
And the third involves that elusive, fragile, and exquisite grace that usually surfaces when faith is respected across a divide in beliefs. She captures the spirit of this so beautifully when she says (talking about the good death):
“Sometimes we look at other beliefs with skepticism at best.
I can say that the honest, giving, loving, non-judgmental way in which Craig and Nina lived their lives is as “Christ like” as I have ever seen.
I honestly don’t know if there is a heaven or not.
Even though we are of different faiths, I thoroughly believe that if there is one, that Craig is there and he will be joined by Nina and the rest of his family.”
A beautiful expression of how we can still love and be moved by another’s faith without necessarily sharing their beliefs.
I really, really hope you have a rapturous, awakening, living-it-like-it-was your-last kind of moment sometime this week. We should all be that lucky.