We Can’t Come Back

A mother and her daughter were spending time together one Saturday afternoon. As it always happened, the little girl was playing her mother with questions.

Suddenly, with a quite serious tone the little girl asked, “Mama, what happens when you die?” The mother explained to the best of her ability, but the girl only looked at her with wonder.

“Does that mean you won’t be here with me anymore?” the girl asked. The mother shook her head and said, “Yes, that’s true.”

“Does that mean you won’t be able to play “manyika” with me anymore?” asked the girl. “Yes, said the mother, “that’s true.”

“Does that mean you won’t be able to teach me about my assignment anymore?” asked the girl. “Yes, said the mother, that’s true.”

“Does that mean you won’t be able to take me to the market anymore?” asked the girl. “Yes, said the mother, that’s true.”

“Well,” said the girl, “who will do these things, if you’re not?” And the mother responded, “my daughter, when that time comes it will be time for you to do those things for another little girl.”

I hope we appreciate that life is short, and for some people it was extra short. A valuable lesson I’ve learned in this story is that the end of life will reach me, and you, and everyone. And perhaps, it was the most uncertain event that can happen to us. Another way of saying this was, “we can’t come back.”

How about you?

Have you given a thought about our destination?

Remember, we’re in this journey together.

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