It has always been in my mind since I was a child to think about the end of death. Until now, it always makes me dizzy. It is unthinkable what the end of death is. The end of life is so crystal clear: death.
Based on the teaching of my religion, the concept of death is clear. Correct me if I am wrong, what I understand is that every spirit is waiting for the final day. They are waiting somewhere at a very broad magical land. They are waiting for the doomsday when we, the living, are eradicated from the earth, ready or not.
Nothing is eternal. Yes, that is true. But it means that nothingness is an eternity. In other words, the end of eternity is nothing. Everything in the universe comes from nothing. So, what controls the nothingness and the creation of everything? Not one genius can think about it, unless they are equipped with a holy knowledge. And what I always believe that God creates everything. God makes everything become nothing. God makes nothing become everything.
And God reminds me of coming back to Him when death comes to someone I love. The death of my husband prepares me for my death to come. Since the day my husband passed away, everyday has always been griefs and prayers. There is always some hope that my late husband knows that I always miss him.
