My mother is crossing the threshold from this life to the next. She is leaving behind life in the shadowlands for the real thing, and while I am sad for me, I am happy for her. I am happy for her. I envy her, and I wish I was going too. She is entering her destiny, and the destiny of all who belong to Christ.
isn’t dying, the only part of her that’s dying is the shell that
temporarily, and often imperfectly, housed the real person. The shell
that is tied to this fallen world. She is taking off the corruptible and putting on the incorruptible. The next time I see her — her, not her shell — she will be radiant with everlasting life! As will I!
this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body
must put on immortality. When the perishable puts on the imperishable,
and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying
that is written:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.”
“O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”
sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be
to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
1 Corinthians 15:53-57