His Heart Scribe Inspirations Devotional Magazine November-December November - December 2014 | Page 25

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y name is Matthew. I have approached many caskets in my
life. Some I glanced at and some I
walked by for respect of a friend.
Some I stood by and cried.

The one that has remained in my mind
and heart is the one I found myself
kneeling beside my mom holding her
hand looking upon the lifeless body of
my father.
That was a day I will never forget. The
screams that came from my mother
echoed throughout my life. They
haunted me to the point of frustration.
I have also been to a funeral with a closed casket service. The nature of
his death didn't allow us to see him face to face for the last time.
One I remembered walking up to seeing his face covered with bullet holes. I have
heard many different cries. Some vibrating through my soul and some passed by.
One day I will be lying in that casket. One day many will look upon my lifeless cold
body. One day the cries of my loved ones will be heard by many.

What I have learned about the casket is that it is mainly for the living. They will be
the ones to deal with the burial and everything that comes with that process. They
will be the ones that will look upon the lifeless cold body that is in there. They will
be the ones that will cry due to our departure. They will be the ones who will mourn
for days, years and some for a lifetime.
What I have also learned from my experience with caskets is how the one who died
left. Whether it was a blessing or a curse. That my friend is totally up to them. But
most importantly I learned that it's not the end of one's
life but the beginning of a life in eternal hell or Heaven.
I my friend choose heaven.
-Armando Aguinaga

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