Can we ever be ready for that inevitable meeting, that day, that moment, when death and we meet? Is it easier with forewarning… spying death from a distance as he travels that long road of life to your house, stopping here and there to greet others as he approaches?
When farewells are sudden and shock is all we have to hold tight to we remember the temporary-ness of life, ungrateful for death’s reminder to cherish every day, every moment. But when death takes his time to come, sending word ahead of him, and gifts us with foresight’s blessing
to welcome him properly
is our meeting him different then? Can we, even with all the time in the world, ever truly be ready when death’s knock is heard?