My biggest fear

What is it about death that the mere mention of it makes my knees wobbly? I fear it so. I dread my own passing and that of a close family member or friend. I just know I won't be able to handle it. Rio Diaz-Cojuanco, beauty queen/celebrity/mother and wife, passed away this morning at the age of 45. Her battle with colon cancer has finally come to an end. My eyes watered as I watched a feature of her on the evening news. I don't know her personally but everyone knew from her interviews that she was a fighter and a woman of gargatuan faith in the Lord. She wanted to live longer but if it was time for her to go, she was ready. How could anyone be ready for death? I do know a lot of people who seem to be prepared and would nonchalantly say, "Well, if it's your time, it's your time." I wish I could be that cool about it. My hana says that it is faith that makes you accept such things. Rio's older sister said that Rio wasn't in any pain and that she died happy. Her family, although deeply saddened by this loss, seem to be handling it pretty well and was even thankful that her battle with the Big C is finally over and that she is finally reunited with her Father in heaven. I guess it really is faith that prepares you for this. It is faith that makes you strong. Makes everyone strong. Equipped even! We need faith to be able to handle death and any trials and tribulations that come our way. But it's easier said than done, right? O me, of so little faith...