A death in the family
Recently there was a death in the family of one of my in-laws. Unexpected and sudden, it affected all of us deeply.
My family, including my children, had trouble absorbing this. Not only were we all grieving for a caring person we’d enjoyed seeing at family gatherings, but we were grieving for our family’s family who didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.
We realized anew that we hadn’t had occasion to talk much about death with our children. We don’t have any pets, due to allergies. So we haven’t talked about death since the children were very little.
At that point, they were asking physical questions like where we go when we die, whether we can still play/eat/sleep and whether someone who died could look down from heaven and watch you.Our children demanded to know why the person died, saying that it wasn’t fair. Click To Tweet
Now our children are older. They demanded to know why the person died, saying that it wasn’t fair. They were angry. How could this happen? How could God let this happen? Why couldn’t Jesus bring him back? He wasn’t very old.
What about all those people you hear about on the news who die and then doctors or machines (defibrillators) bring them back? Why couldn’t this happen for him? Could anyone die? What if you die, Mom and Dad? What if I die? What if we don’t go to heaven?
Rather than dodge their questions, we talked with both of our sons, offering simple, honest, concrete answers. We talked about how a special part of us–when we die–is taken into God’s care. We talked about our salvation being assured.
We also talked about what’s okay to say and what’s not okay to say or ask when someone’s loved one dies. And we went to the funeral, where we hugged our family, sang hymns, prayed together and remembered a good man.