Half the first month of the year 2022 is fast bygone. The widespread feeling is that of gloom. Not unlike the two previous years, death seems to lurk everywhere, ready to show its ugly face and multiply its victims. For those whose life’s meaning is vague and death an object of dread, the gloom renders death truly tragic. The end is often what one tries in vain to avoid.
Having reached seven decades and seven years of life, I have no more fear of death. Thank God I enjoy health the envy and admiration of friends younger than me. I relish memories of acquaintances and kins with whom I shared moments of laughter. Practically all of my parents’ generation is gone. Some friends and contemporaries died in their youth. Many have succumbed to the current plague sadly unable to see dear ones as they closed their eyes for the last time. Their bodies were often unceremoniously reduced to ashes delivered in so pitiable state to grieving loved ones.
Thinking of countless persons whose life we shared is a rich source of hindsight (insights on what has passed). Yes, they are not there anymore but something remains that still enriches one now.
Those who have left this present life no matter how long a time ago are not really completely gone. One can recall each and every person who has been part of one’s life. Some may have impacted one’s life so much, others only a little. Nevertheless not one is a mere accidental and useless encounter. It will be helpful to remember the countless persons that have in any way made one’s life what it is. I am sure that when my time to leave this present life comes, it will not be long in coming, I will see them all face to face.
That is why my priestly and faith life urges me to pray for all those who have been part of my life, no matter how briefly, how indirectly, and how painfully. When I see all these people again I can thank God forever because He has made my life so vast and so wonderful.