I never know what to say to someone who has lost a loved one. On the one hand there is “my condolences go out to you and your family” and “I’m so sorry, if you need anything, please let me know” but so far no one has taken me up on my offer of a shoulder to cry on, yell at or reminisce with. I suspect they must equate my condolence and my offer to help, to the “Hello, how are you” without sticking around to hear the response. If I was one for prayer, maybe at some point I would have felt compelled to say, “I will keep you and your family in my prayers,” but I’m not that type.
Death is a strange thing to think about. In my mind those who believe in and worship God should have nothing of death to fear. We all have to face it at some point, yet it is feared by so many. I suspect when I have unexpectedly lost someone I loved and adored, I will be completely devastated and I will not be able to only look at the fond memories.
On my own death, what of it to fear? Unless it is preceded my immense pain and suffering. If I was someone who prayed, maybe I'd understand why people say a prayer for one’s soul after death. In my mind, If ever a prayer was useless, it’d be after someone’s has already taken their last breath.