Last week marked yet another of the hardest days of my life—the anniversary of my beloved husband’s passing. It was a day filled with tears, sorrow, and deep reflection on the meaning of life.
I didn’t just sit there crying. I kept myself busy—mopping the floor, doing laundry, washing dishes—simple tasks that gave my hands purpose while my heart grieved. I played worship songs and let the tears come, my eyes stinging as I mourned and remembered.
Unexpected Comfort
Several of my husband’s non-Christian colleagues reached out with kind words. Their compassion brought comfort, reminding me I’m not the only one who remembers him.
Interestingly, none of my Christian friends acknowledged the day, not even the lovely neighbor ladies who gather each month. Nor did any of my late husband’s cousins.
This didn’t surprise me. But it made me reflect on how comfort sometimes comes from unexpected places—and how even those closest to us may miss the silent anniversaries we carry in our hearts.
The Weight of Grief
Some of you may know this sorrow. Grief doesn’t vanish; it shifts form. It lingers in music, in silence, in the empty seat across the table. It hides behind smiles and returns in quiet moments.
Life goes on. While some carry invisible burdens, others are surrounded by laughter, love, and generations of family. It can feel like two different worlds—but we are all walking each other home.
The Fairest Truth
I came across a video clip on my sad day that struck a deep chord. Here’s the message it shared:
The fairest truth in this world is that everyone will die.
It’s not a matter of probability, but of time.
A human life can be summed up in three lines:
We enter the world inexplicably; we live because we must; and we die without knowing why.
Most are forgotten within three generations. All that was will be gone.
In the end, death is the fate for us all.
So how do we make sense of life?
The Biblical View
John 11:25–26 (KJV):
Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?
Is it better to believe in nothingness, or in eternity—even if we don’t fully understand?
Believing in nothing may seem realistic to some, but it often leads to a feeling of futility. If nothing lasts, what is the point of joy, love, or pain?
Believing in eternity offers more: meaning in suffering, dignity in love, and hope beyond the grave. Even if we can’t see it clearly, faith reminds us that there’s more beyond this moment.
Hebrews 11:1 (KJV):
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
Why I Believe
I believe in eternity. Because in eternity, death loses its sting, and love never truly dies.
Trust that God did not create us for nothing.
Trust that love is never wasted.
Trust that we are never forgotten.
This is the truth I hold onto, especially on the hardest days.