I'm doing a memorial service tomorrow for the father of my friend. I cannot tell you how classy these people handled the passing of their loved ones. They were compassionate but resolved, hopeful but not unrealistic, sad but not bitter. They loved, prayed, and gathered around to help their loved one pass. I believe that attitude came from an understanding about life. I'm reminded of Ecclesiastes 3:
1 For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
2 A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
3 A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
4 A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
5 A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
6 A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
7 A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
8 A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
There is a rhythm to life. It is good, it is godly, it is universal. No one escapes it. You can fight it, hate it, kick against it but it goes just the same. There will be trouble for all, and blessings. There will be bitter times and sweet times. Everyone will live and everyone will die. Realizing that, excepting that, expecting that makes it easier to embrace when it happens. And for those who follow Christ it's not the end! I never really knew the man that I'm burying tomorrow, but he knew Jesus. At the end of his life, that was all that really mattered.
Read the Bible in One Year Plan: Deut 17-20