At age 7 my grandmother on my fathers side of the family passed away. This was my first experience attending a funeral and I had no idea what was going on. My dad picked me up and told me to kiss her goodbye. I remember asking him why. He told me she went on a trip and one day I would see her again. This really puzzled me and I could not understand what he meant. I heard people there at the funeral home speaking of death but to me still no clue. Not really after all I was only 7 . All I knew was grandma was gone and was no longer coming over to take care of my sister, brother and I.
This is when I started thinking and trying to figure out the whole death thing. So for next few years I thought about it alot! I had a memory just now pop into my head. Going through Saturday Catechism Classes a nun was teaching the class and she brought up death and how we need to follow the ten commandments. She looked at me and asked me if I was afraid to die . I straight up told her NOPE. She had such a puzzled look on her face and again tried pushing how we should be afraid to die . I told her why would someone be afraid to die if your are at peace with God and yourself ? She did not like what I had to say. Not in anyway at all.
I was so sincere about what I had said, and for her to keep pushing being afraid to die just really upset me. A loving God does not want us afraid. A loving God wants us to be happy and at peace. I do not remember if it was at this time or at another Saturday class but I asked this nun where could I get a Bible. She told me if I had any questions about the Bible to ask our Priest. I just wanted one of my own and for Christmas that year I received one.Then I really started reading and the next chapter in my life ” TRULY” began.