The end of November wasn’t just Thanksgiving for our family. It marks a time when we remember a dear loved one, who passed away 2 years ago.
Our aunt was the brightness and joy everyone wanted to be around. It was fitting that her name means “happy”. No matter what circumstance she encountered, even the cancer that took over her body, she would always say, “God is good.”
On the morning that the Lord took her home, my husband and I sat down with each child to discuss what had taken place. It’s not that they’ve never heard of death before, but this was close to home for them.
Our daughter, who was 5 years old at the time, was emotional after hearing the news. She wept. She also expressed her fears of death. To her, death means separation from those she loves. She kept saying between sobs, “I don’t want to die. I’m gonna miss my mommy and daddy and my brothers.”
It was a God-appointed opportunity for us to talk about the gospel, the good news of Jesus Christ, that when He died on the cross for our sins, He effectively removed the sting of death from us. To those who believe in Him, death means being with Him forever in heaven.
Her sobbing eventually subsided, and like most 5-year-olds, she was off playing and all smiles again.
But, I believe it was still on her mind because later, I noticed her sitting at the table, looking rather pensive. Then, she said something that just melted my heart.
“Mommy, if I die and go to heaven, I think Grandma will hold my hand if you and Daddy are not there yet.”
I swallowed hard to hold back the tears before replying.
“Yes, she will, sweetie. Yes, she will.”