Will We Have Family Waiting When We Die?

The guy asking me about the empty laundry cart at the Fresh and Tidy laundromat this morning turned out to be from the Philippines. I was humorously disappointed to learn that como esta is how you say hello in Filipino. And why is it Philippines but Filipino? I should’ve asked.

I did ask him about when he came over. Who doesn’t enjoy hearing stories from people who chose an adventurous change during their life time? It turned out his parents and siblings had moved here years before he made the trek, so it wasn’t as scary as it would’ve been if he had no one waiting on him. Still that’s pretty cool.

He laughed about his first job here as a painter. “I knew nothing about painting,” he said. It didn’t bother him, he joked. I told him it reminded me of the old saying, when there’s no option there’s no problem. He agreed. Today he’s about to retire with the USPS after a thirty-six year career. That alone is impressive these days.

On my way out, his wife taught me a couple of words, which I butchered and have already forgotten. Our conversation got me to thinking on the drive home about great adventure and how scary it can be.

Death the Great Adventure

The greatest and scariest adventure for most of us is death. If we’ve got family waiting on us on the other side, shouldn’t we be more excited than scared when that last moment here arrives? I may have fewer family that know me waiting on me than other people do. (That’s what happens when you’re from a broken family.) But won’t it be nice to have someone I know to show me around?

How often do people see their deceased family members as their last breath draws near? It seems to me to be a great blessing when that happens. It heightens their joy and longing for that peace and joy coming their way. They think of the dancing they’ll do with a sister or singing they’ll do with a brother when they finally arrive on the other side. That last breath slips a little easier when those visions have come.

I considered a bit more and thought we have no choice in the matter. We’re all going to die, and when there’s no option there’s no problem.


Travis Jones is a blue collar dad filling up his journal for his girls. He last article was A 50/50 Chance Of Life Turning Ugly Way Too Soon. You can find all his articles here, including his reflection on having cancer. 


Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash.

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