My beloved had a wonderful way of describing death to our children. “Remember those times when you fell asleep somewhere, and woke up in your own bed at home? We carried you while you slept and tucked you in. Death is like that. You’ll go to sleep here and wake up in your beautiful heavenly home.”
I rather like Tolkien’s description, in a conversation between Pippen and Gandalf:
“PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.
GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?
GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.
GANDALF: No. No, it isn’t.”
Without being morbid, I think it’s important to ponder our death, so that we live better.
