"My uncertain faith stretches toward the fragile hope that there is life without suffering beyond this one. My mind clearly understands that Friday night’s accident could have also killed my friend and her daughter, and I am grateful that it did not. But saying these things right now, emphasizing the perceived “good part” and coupling it with the trite (and Hollywood, not theological) sentiment that Heaven is rejoicing over its newest angels, does not comfort me. It does not negate the ugly truth I know. The ugly truth I've lived."
Could Everybody Stop Trying to Pretty Up Death? It’s Not Working. - Modern Loss
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