The Great Library

The problem with death is the utter finality of it (at least on this side). All seems the same but the PERSON is no longer here. Vacancy, empty spaces, quiet hallways that once bustled with activity, a silent phone . . . These are the things that are the most difficult to deal with. There are signs of him everywhere, but no him. It’s like having a few remaining pages left of your favorite book that has been lost. The pages that remain are nice as a reminder, but in another sense it’s almost worse to have them at all. They remind you of what is NOT here. No use reading two pages when you’d rather have all 233. This is one of the reasons I often shudder when someone says, “He’ll live on in your memories”. I pray he’ll live on in a far better, more complete place than that. One day all of our books will be returned to us, only restored and better than we ever knew them. God’s great library of forgotten souls.