Kind of a morbid subject don't you think? Linda at Mocha with Linda has given this prompt because one of our dear blogging friends grieves the loss of a sweet friend. Here is her question of the week:
While I don't want this to be a gloomy or painful Flashback Friday, I thought it would be interesting to reflect on how we experienced grief in our early years.
How old were you (approximately) when you attended your first funeral? Did your parents shield you from death and grief or was it viewed as a natural part of life? Did you experience any significant loss(es) in your growing up years? What were your early impressions of death and dying? And while I do not intend this in any irreverent way, are there any amusing memories associated with a death or funeral? If you have kids, how have you handled this subject with them? Feel free to share as vulnerably or as shallowly as you want!I'm taking a little different spin. -- Death surrounds us almost daily. We hear about it on the news. It may be a soldier fighting in Afghanistan who is killed in battle. There is an accident on the freeway that has taken the life of a family. It might be the passing of a dear friend. What ever the situation, it is never easy to lose someone to death.
Yet, for those who have accepted Christ, death is just the beginning of an eternal life with Him. He conquered death for us. I think Rick said it better than I can:
Peace and Joy,