There’s a disruptive tear in the fabric of life when someone dies. Tens of thousands of people die each day, but we live unaware of this fact until death comes close enough for us to touch. Death becomes real during those moments as the fabric is torn, shaking us to our bones, opening up the depths of our souls to a reality we all must one day face for ourselves.
Death brings us a perspective we need but would rather not have. James tells us our lives are like a vapor, and death rips open the belief we have that our lives are as solid as earth. We don’t want to be told that we are to appear for a while and then vanish; this does violence to the sense we have of our own permanence and our own importance.
But death is a vital
part of life.