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time to die. its inevitable. death is one of life's few constants, few guarantees. we fight it though...with every ounce of our beings, we don't like death, it scares us. its the great unknown.

i'm not a fan of death...i mean, who is? i don't like goodbyes. i remember the last time i spoke with my Aunt Judy. she was very quiet as my mom and grandma held the phone by her ear. i had trouble hearing her. i can't remember all i said, told her i loved her, would cheer the Steelers louder for her, would stay as close to my cuz as i could (miss you cuzzo). i knew it was the last time, and i hated it. but at the same time...there's this thing called resurrection...

we experience death, easily, on a weekly basis. and sometimes, we need to experience death, because before we can experience resurrection, death has to happen. sometimes relationships need to die, in order that new life might be breathed into them. sometimes attitudes need to die, that new dispositions can be born. sometimes egos need to die, that humility might be born.

sometimes death NEEDS to happen, so that we might experience resurrection...that we might experience the Resurrection. doesn't make it easy...but its worth it...