Who was the closest person to you to have died?

Question

Did the experience of losing that person make you stronger in your faith/belief system, or cause you to question it?

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Answer 1

i lost my mom, father and brother in a series of events

Answer 2

When my mother died, I was 19 yrs old and in college. I questioned everything after that. I wasn't ready to be on my own yet, but I didn't have a choice. I felt like she abandoned me, at the time I had no faith. Now 10 yrs later, I know it was an experience that made my stronger and I think I'm a better mother because of it. I don't take anything in my daughter's life for granted. My faith is so much stronger now, because God has never brought me through anything I couldn't handle.

Answer 3

My cousin died about 5 years ago, and we were very close. She had a dream that she was running, and she was caught. When she was caught, she was injected with some unknown liquid. Sometime later she got very sick, and spent 3 years in the hospital. She suffered from short term memory loss, and gained so much weight, that I couldn't even believe it.

The doctors could not figure out what the problem was, and she finally died, and the age of 30. She died when she went to visit family in Africa. My faith never changed, I am still the same person.

Answer 4

My mother and father, and my father was a minister, and I grew-up in the church and having been preached at, or rather lived a sheltered life, no movies, dancing ect. I learned to let it go in one ear and out the other, not realizing as I was growing up and until they died only a few years apart, that my faith, was lost, they were my best friends in the world, but, all the qoates from the bible by my dad, and how good both my parents lived their life, it stuck with me when I didn't really know it, having good morals, believing in good, and that everything happens for a reason, and going back to church, it was like all those years I thought I wasn't listening to my dad, it all came back to me... but, now I know, everyone dies, as I've died and come back and though it was like paradise, I regained my faith. I still to this day, wonder why they had to leave me so early in life, I begged my mother on her death bed to live, that I wasn't ready for her to leave me, and my father died instantly and never had the chance to say good-bye, but, with both I always told them I loved them everyday, and saw them every day even after being married and having my own children. I still cry for them, and miss them, and it's been so many years now, but, my faith and beliefs are restored and I know now, I can survive without them, when I thought I couldn't, and I know they would want me to go on and be happy. So, in the end it made me stronger, it just might have taken me a little longer than most to get there.

Answer 5

Hey Chicky, I've lot of people who were close to me and who I loved dearly have died, but I'd have to say without a doubt the closet person was my mom. She was more than just my mom, she was my best friend. It was so excruciatingly painful to watch her die. When she passed away I just didn't care about livin' and I drank a lot of liquor to drown my sorrow. (Not the best coping method, I know)

To be completely honest, seeing death first has seriously makes me doubt the existence of any afterlife. I have to wonder at times why I hold on to a religion. I suppose it's that part of me that just doesn't wait to think that I may never see my loved ones again. It's such painful of a thought when you love someone that much to know you'll never see them again. I think about how unfair it seems that the good people die young. I have seen death is some of it's cruelest forms...slow and painful. I vowed I do not want to go that way. It made me realize that your life is short, that you do not have all the time in the world; you must go out and enjoy life as much as you possibly can. You must go out and go after the things in life you love.

Answer 6

I lost my paternal Grandmother on January, Friday the 13th, 2006.

In answer to your second question, Yes. It caused me to Question my beliefs and faith. Through reviewing these beliefs, I feel, my faith was strengthened.

Even though she's been gone for 458 days, 18 hours, 34+ minutes I still miss her terribly.

Answer 7

My partner-in-life died after we were together for eleven and a half years. He had cancer and during the last 3 years we both maintained our free-thinking until the end.

He wanted a non-religious funeral, but his parents at least wanted the Lord's Prayer, so that was a part of the service. But the Unitarian minister who led the service was very sensitive to my wishes, too, and we had poetry and songs and eulogies, and no Bible readings. It was a great service.

I still don't believe in God, but Doug's death further convinced me of the randomness of events, the insignificance that we all have except to one another, and the responsibility we all have for creating our own meaning.

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Answer 8

When my Mom passed away.It was a struggle.She had no will and the house had to be sold.We were living with her at the time so she wouldn't be alone.Writing my poetry helped me release some of the grief.Mostly a lot of prayer and tears got me through it all.We had to move into the city of Hillsdale.Give up the dogs and the cats that were like family.This all happened one week before my 40th birthday.I still miss her especially at holidays.

Answer 9

My parents, equally close to me. I'm an atheist, so I have no faith or belief system, and didn't question anything about it. I suffered greatly with grief, but gradually learned to cope with the fact that they are no longer here. My memories of them are still alive and well.

Answer 10

My Grandfather. I think it caused me to question my faith (or lack there of) because I would rather picture him in heaven floating around and playing a harp than for him to be cold in the ground. Thats the only thing that hurt, He hated the cold. Then I saw him in dreams and I was content.

Answer 11

My brother died in a freak car accident along with two of his friends. It was one of several catalysts that caused me to question my Christian faith and eventually leave it. My faith was strengthened again when I found Gnosticism. I have never felt closer to God or more at peace.