Death is Hard for the Living

Not for Those Who Actually Experience It

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I just found out my dear friend, Bev, passed away on Saturday night. She’d been diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease) a couple years ago. I’m out of town, staying with my son and daughter-in-law, and we were together when I got the text informing me of her passing. My kids surrounded me with their love and support, clearly concerned for me, but I told them immediately that I was okay, not to worry.

My daughter-in-law, who recently lost her grandmother, noted that she could tell I was sincere when I told her I was happy for my friend, because she didn’t have to suffer anymore, and that I knew she was in a very good place now. My daughter-in-law continues to struggle with her grandmother’s death earlier this year and asked me how I managed to find peace in a time of great sadness like losing someone I loved.

Sometimes, when someone is trying to comfort someone when they’re dealing with loss, they’re not sure what to say. They want to help, but they don’t know how, so they offer common platitudes in hopes they’ll ease the pain of loss. There’s nothing wrong with that, especially with the good intentions attached, but the intention is oftentimes more heartfelt than the words they offer in their hope of helping.

My daughter-in-law was right. I strongly believe in what I said. In fact, I have absolutely no doubt that Bev is back to feeling great. No pain. No suffering. No dread when thinking about what the future holds. She’s completely at peace with her soul family, reviewing her life, what was learned, then creating a place she loves the most to relax in, which, knowing my friend, will be a beach with lots of sun, where she can lay around and enjoy the warmth and waves. I know all of this, because the Archangels have told me what happens when someone dies. I wrote a whole article detailing it, and there’s not a thing scary about it. It’s peaceful, joyful, and there’s a strong sense of coming home for most.

Bev knew about my relationship and conversations with the Archangels and supported me completely. She and her family are Jewish, but she didn’t have a strong sense of faith and wished she did. She also expressed that she had some regrets and still held on to some anger toward a few people. I told her…