We had long days since Saturday. Yesterday, I was able to breath, relax and reflect. As I thought about our family friend, dying – choosing to die, I realized that her story was really a story of love.
The Love of a mother who went uncomplaining to unnumerable doctors visits.
The Love of a father who readily gave up a kidney.
The Love of sisters and family, who instead of anger, gave their support.
The Love of a girl, who bravely choose to say “no more”, and spend her last days with those she loved.
Most importantly the love of a Creator God who gives us Hope that this short life is not the end.
Here is an excerpt from the obituary I wrote for our local funeral home and newspaper (I was so honored to be asked to write this):
“Because her medical condition was understood and her passing expected, Amy was able to consciously say goodbye to her loved ones and make plans for her funeral. She often said, “I don’t want my funeral to be a mourning period, but a celebration. Don’t wear black!” So we will all do our best to honor this beautiful girl with this request. Thankfully, we have the Hope that we will see her again in Heaven.
Her last Facebook update simply said, “So happy.” That sums it up. She was and forever will be.”
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. Revelation 21: 4
Linking this post up with Thankful Thursday at Spiritually Unequal Marriage.