Monday night my grandfather took his last breaths. He had been ill for 7 years after his stroke, and had been living at a home for elderly for all the time between then and now.
So, me and my dad rushed down in the middle of the night 300 miles south of where we live, to see him for the last time, and to support my grandma.
With this very fresh in mind I thought I'd share some reflections on death , and my hope of that not being the end of our existance, so please feel free to keep reading.
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I would first like to share some things about my grandpa, who he was and what he has done.
My grandfather, Per, was born 1920 in Skåne, Sweden. He grew up in a big family with many brothers and sisters.
When he got older he thought of seeking his luck at sea, which he also did, and took the job as a Steward on a big ship.
He then sailed all over the world: Africa, Asia, America, and Europe. He had amazing experiences, a lot that we really would call adventures today... He was stabbed, chased by thugs, and even caught Malaria when visiting Africa.
But he managed to get back to sweden safe and sound, and left the sea life when my dad was born.
Back in sweden he worked as a chef for many many years, until he retired.
He had an amazing life,
but what I really want to say is: He was also a truly amazing person.
He never put himself first, he was kind and caring, but not in any way weak.
He knew what he had to do, and he did it.
He was a great father, and a great grandfather, a rock.
And he will be missed by many, for a long time.
But in our imperfect state of existence death, unfortunately, is a part of life,
and this was grandpa's last stop.
He had been, as I said, sick for a very long time, and he just didn't have the strength to fight anymore.
He was almost 90 years old, that's older than most people get. And he was thankful for these last years, and we were also, even though it wasn't easy for him. Bu he wanted to stay alive, so he did, until yesterday.
So me and dad arrived at his apartment in the elderly home, and that was the first time I've seen a dead body. It wasn't as I had expected. I mean, I've seen thousands on TV, but this was nothing like it.
What I felt is that this was the shell of grandpa. He is dead, and right now he is non-existent, and that was the shell of him lying there. But it was not at all creepy of scary, it was just seeing him for the last time in this order, remembering him for the wonderful man he was.
I will not dwell on that experience right now, though.
What I'd like to share is some reflections on the state he actually is in now, and also what I believe awaits.
As I said, right now he is non-existent, his soul isn't out there somewhere, hasn't lived on, isn't on it's way south or towards heaven. It doesn't exist anymore.
So, what is the soul?
When we are born we recieve a spark, a fire from God, that is the fire that keeps our body functioning, the strength that keeps us alive, and that is what goes out when we draw our last breath.
That's what it is. The spark of life, given to us by our God.
It wasn't supposed to die in the beginning.
It was supposed to be an eternal flame, but Adam and Eve destroyed that, fooled by Satan.
We were left in an imperfect state, and our soul the same way. We were to go out together, our soul and our bodies, thank's to that.
And one cannot in any way blame God for that. It was not His intention. He is the definition of goodness, but he also gave man free will, which she mis-used, mis-led by Satan.
And from that day on death became a part of life. We started to have an end, not an eternity to look forward to. Thank's to man and Satan.
So right now we might just accept it, it's what it is.
But does the soul live on?
As I said, it does not. It is a flame, and flames die.
But, in a way it is not the end either.
There is a place in the universe that is safer than ANY other place. A place that is unlimited in size, and can never be filled, and we cannot in any way grasp the greatness of it:
God's memory.
Right now, Grandpa is in God's memory, he is kept safe there until the day.
What day?
The day of resurrection.
God WILL put an end to all evil in this imperfect world, he will remove sickness, woe, pain, and even death. It will disappear.
And after he has done that, and the earth is peaceful and clean, people from all through history -believers, unbelievers who hasn't heard of God's word, people from everywhere- will be resurrected, and once again see the light of day. They will see the beautiful light of God shine down and help us transform this earth into the paradise it once was. God's presence will be so real, we will feel His helping hand, and he will be our leader forever.
Grandpa will be one of those people, and I hope that I will be there too, to see him again, young and healthy, and with a face of astonishment, when he understands that we told him the truth.
And with his skills in construction and handy ways, he will also be a part of the cleaning of the earth and building up a new home.
And we will live together in peace, with the light of our God Jehovah and Saviour Jesus Christ guiding us.
It is not just a hope for me, it is reality.
Faith is what matters. Faith has me convinced, and there is not one doubt in my mind. I am sure of who God is, what his purposes are, and that they WILL come true.
In this time of grief I am also rejoycing... Grandpa is safe, and his memory and future life in the care of God, He who is love.
See you in paradise, Grandpa.
//Emm.