My husband passed away unexpectedly two years ago. His ashes have resided on the top shelf in my closet, but in a couple of weeks he will be interred in our family cemetery, which cousins and I have reclaimed through much effort, including court appearances.
This is a bittersweet, yet joyous, time for me. Bittersweet in that I am reconciling and reconstructing my new life, but joyous in that our cemetery now belongs to family. This will be the first burial in the cemetery for almost 130 years. My Mother’s southern family goes back for eight generations in this area. My great grandfather, a CSA second lieutenant in the Civil War, was the last buried there in 1888.
My husband Conrad, native of a northern steel-mill town, had come to love the hills and valleys of Tennessee. My two novels are set in this area. I have also become an avid genealogist over the past few years. The history of my ancestors has woven its way into my heart, and legacy has become important. Hence, we have a grave plot for future genealogy quests.
Mortality is a compelling force which cannot be ignored. We know we will die, we just don’t want to die NOW, but the Bible says in Heb 9:27 RSV “…a man is destined to die once and after that to face judgment…” and in Ecclesiastes 3:2 RSV “…there is a time to be born and a time to die…” It’s simply a question of when.
Everyone reading this blog has lost or will lose someone to death. I believe I have mentioned here before about the 3Fs, which helped me travel my new journey. They are faith, family and friends. All three are helpful to have aboard when navigating loss of a loved one, but if I had to choose only one, I’d choose faith. My faith is what gives me assurance my husband is in a happy place and that I will see him again someday.
While this may seem like a bit of a strange blog, let us know that nothing separates us from the love of God. Romans 8:38 is a very comforting thought for me and I hope for you and for mankind!