I’m not sure how the subject of death came up for our three-year old daughter. Perhaps it was in trying to explain to her what Easter was and how Jesus died and was resurrected. Perhaps it was explaining that a relative had died and was no longer with us. Whatever the cause, our daughter has been asking questions such as, “Daddy, when will you die?,” and “Daddy, will you die?”

Of course such questions give one pause. But strangely enough, I don’t mind hearing them. I’d rather live with full consciousness of my mortality and full appreciation of the gift of life. I’d rather pause and consider my own end, then resume life with thanks and praise.

This entry was posted on Friday, April 6th, 2007 at 10:31 am and is filed under Autobiography, Family, Religion.