One life ends, another one begins… That is the Circle of Life.
I just learned that a dear cousin is dying. I also found out that my sister will be a grandmother again in a few months. On one hand, how sad; on the other, rejoice!
However, one cannot but wonder: who is the luckier one, the one who is at the threshold of whatever awaits her in the afterlife, or the one who is waiting to join us in this one? How do we know that what awaits us after death is not A LOT BETTER than what we have in this life? At the same time, how do we know what kind of world the little one will inherit after we’ve done all the damage that we seem to be capable of doing to this Earth of ours? How are we to know that there is actually going to be a world–a livable one–for the next generations to enjoy? One where war, crime, environmental chaos, or social decay will not be the order of the day?
One of the prayers that I often say mentions that we live in “a valley of tears.” Which is true most of the time. We know that this is not the life that was promised us if we “behaved” well, ate all our “peas,” or did all our “chores.” This life is supposed to be full of strife, heartache, unfulfilled needs, and the absence of God‘s Divine presence. That other “nice” place is where we’re supposed to go AFTER we’re done here (if we behave, that is).
So again I ask: who should we feel sadder for, my cousin who is about to enter life everlasting (if one believes in such a thing), or my niece’s unborn child? The difference here is that we always fear what we don’t know; we’d rather stick with a known evil than venture into an unknown good.
So, my dear Ximena: happy trails to you! Perhaps we’ll meet again on the other side. And to you, little baby Moss: may your life be blessed with goodness, and may it be long in love and short in disappointment.