You’ll Be Fine
We lightheartedly laugh as we reminisce and I find myself giggling every time this memory reenters my brain. There we were, Son, Daughter and I sitting on the train, heading to Chicago to visit a very sick Dad / Husband when we ever so gently stumbled upon the subject of death and the what if’s ?? of it all
& hmmm
& I truly meant no harm when I gleefully gushed and casually, right hand up to push away gestured !! You’ll Be Fine !! as I explained the joy I anticipate at the very thought of seeing Jesus and my mama again.
& with that simple segue, I’d like to repeat one of my favorite Blogs By Me, with the utmost confidence in trusting and believing and knowing yes !!
You
I
WE will be fine.
! ! ! ♥ ! ! !
This is going to sound somewhat terrible
& it’s a heck of a way to start off a bright, beautiful morning but, I feel I must
& so, I must.
I really, really & I mean REALLY dislike the expression, rest in peace.
I know.
I know.
That’s insensitive, inappropriate, heartless.
Etcetera. Etcetera. Etcetera.
Yep.
I KNOW.
Those simple syllables are probably the easiest words to say when there are no other words to say.
They are heartfelt, universal and genuinely comforting.
I know
& I agree.
But, those three words drive me absolutely, positively, fingernails on a chalkboard crazy.
On the day I die I want no such statements of sympathy.
In fact, if I hear even one “R I P” I just might stick around and knock some heads.
Please do not be sorry.
Please DO celebrate.
Celebrate me.
Celebrate life.
I want songs and laughs and drinks and food.
I want dancing and singing.
I want the biggest, best party ever.
Sure there will be tears.
The sadness of death is often unbearable.
I have experienced that pain.
I have been in that fog
& I know, all too well, that awful, infinite void.
Believe me, I get it.
What I don’t understand and absolutely do not want for me though, is the heavy doom and gloom surrounding death
& that horrible feeling of ending.
It’s not the end at all.
It’s a brand new, glorious beginning !
& I am 100% certain it’s all good.
Very, Very, VERY good.
So please …
Do not say ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ when it’s my turn to go, instead ! be happy for my gain !
And if there is a way to send signs that I am perfectly fine
(there is … Mom sends them all the time)
you better believe I’ll be sending.
Including that knock upside the head if I hear even one “rest in peace” because I promise,
I won’t be resting.
🙂