(This post uses poetic language that some may find familiar and others uncanny)
In the anxiety caused by the grave illness of a loved one, all the stress of material arrangements and the mental strain, when everyone keeps calling on the phone to question your decisions about care, and your sanity, and yet somehow life must go on – with all its daily tasks (now accumulating) – it is only natural that you dread the Angel of Death knocking on the door and that seek to control the entrance of that unwelcome and inevitable visitor.
Aquinas teaches us that angels are made of pure intelligence. Though lower in dignity than humans, they are more wise, and their eternal benevolent gaze has seen the passage of life on Earth, the arrivals and departures, since the beginning.
Don’t mess with angels. You don’t have to do their job. The timing and the manner of the departure of your loved one is not in your hands. You don’t have to control it. For people of faith, this is the journey they’ve been waiting for their whole lives. You don’t have a ticket for that journey, not yet. You cannot accompany someone on this journey. That doesn’t mean that those who depart are unaccompanied. It’s assisted travel.
When the Angel of Death comes knocking on the door, all you have to do is – somehow – say goodbye. Thanks to Linda Thomas who has released her photo, ‘Angel Statue’, into the Public Domain