The Day is Coming

Here it is. I’m dead, and this is my last post to my blog. In advance, I asked that once my body finally shuts down from the punishments of my cancer, then my family and friends publish this prepared message I wrote—the first part of the process of turning this from an active website to an archive.

The paragraph above is an abstract from a blog of a man who had colorectal cancer. The blog had been in existence for ten years or more and the publication was his last post. He wrote it as a final farewell.

The plus side of the blog is that he encouraged readers to grasp the full concept of life. He was 41 years of age, met his wife 23 years before and they had two teenage daughters. He loved his wife and children very much.

This man’s last letter to the world serves as encouragement for every living being to take what life offers and to give what is important in life, because every action in this world soon becomes a memory.

The sad part about this blog is that according to him, his life- his existence- had ended. Oh yes, I do realise that he had died and in that sense his life on earth had indeed ended, but for him the final curtain was drawn and he had moved into “nonexistence.”

It is hard to imagine that there are people living in this world that do not believe they are body, soul and spirit. The body is the fragile part that will come to an end due to illness, accident or age but the spirit cannot die.

When a person dies, his spirit will either go to heaven or to hell. The sad part about this blog is that this man apparently chose not to believe in Jesus Christ because he simply saw his life as being ended. The last sentence in this man’s letter read, “I loved you deeply, I loved you, I loved you, I loved you.”

If only he chose Life his words could have been: “I don’t think life on earth is always fair but I enjoyed every second of our life together. I love you and look forward to the time in future when we would be re-united again. Enjoy your life on earth with the children. I cannot say I hope to see you soon but rather that I know we will see each other again. It is so good being alive!”

His name was Derek, past tense. If he had made the right decision, we could have said that although he had died, his name remains Derek because he is in heaven.