What's the best age to be?

What's the best age to be? A few years ago, I thought the older I get, the better things are going to look. I 'd have acquired more skills and experience to assess and handle what may come.


Until the death of my beloved grandmother last year then I realised that the older I get, the more deaths there'll be. I understand that death isn't the end. And that the departed is in a better place. But the thought of them not around is heart wrenching.


At the burial ground the other day, I saw my in laws crying and sniffling as the workers started piling soil onto the coffin. I then remembered that no amount of coaxing can stop them from crying. That's because nothing can replace the feeling of missing someone who has passed on.



I miss my grandma dearly. And so do I miss both my deceased grandpas and an uncle too. And unexpectedly, I will find myself welling up because I just miss them so much, especially my grandma. I know they are all at a better place, but I miss those days when grandpa tells me stories of his work in the parliament or my looking at my grandma dozing off while watching her daily favourites. I find myself bidding my grandma goodnight while looking at her picture.


I can't put it in words how I miss them except there's this tug in my heart. I know the tug remains forever. And if you find me looking into space or welling up for no reasons, know that I'm missing someone.


So what's the best age to be? It's the age of pure innocence, knowing nothing about sin and death. Going back to the time of the garden of Eden. That will be restored in His second coming. And while I wait, I can only pray for the best.