I remember my grandmother passed this year. The last time I saw her, me, my dad, and my mom went over to New Jersey to see her. It was the last time we saw her together.
She was happy to see us, even though her movements were sluggish, she seemed fine to us.
She used to love to watch the western films.
She was able to look past any discrimination that may had been back in those real-time periods, and still enjoy the shows for the peace they brought her.
In where me being born in the 90s, around the era in where uprisings of the youth may have been a factor, she was able to discover the peace the young may not be able to comprehend.
And when my father told me a month later of her passing, it hurt.
My father is a brave, Christian man, who doesn’t drink, curse, and is real headstrong.
It hurts to see headstrong people weep.
But what I learned from the dying, and the passed, is that if your faith is strong, then it is realised that dying is not dead. Dead is simply resting. Like a machine being told they have to be put into sleep mode forever, the creation doesn’t want to be still.
But God is a God of Life, and God see’s Life as a reward, even in death.
Therefore He yearns to stay us away from living with tubes in us, and being kept alive with machines to delay the inevitable.
God took Aretha Franklin home, because He wanted her to be up there with the angels, and to be happy and enjoy life, the same way God did for my grandmother.
I would have loved to meet Aretha Franklin, and show her my poetry, I pictured us speaking in the media, or perhaps on The Wendy Williams Show, or a talk show, she would have been amazed of all I have accomplished.
Now she is made aware in heaven, as she looks down upon us.
When your faith is strong, you realize that the dead are just waiting for their return, while frolicking among the forests of angels in Elysium.