The line between life and death…

Some believe the line between life and death is a flat line. You are either on one side or the other. I do not believe this to be the case. I have seen too much to think life is over after death.

After my son passed just over a year ago, I have seen his life in others and it makes me proud. Not all his actions were stellar, but he was a good kid. He didn’t leave any children behind (that I know of) and that would have been a great way to track any marks, but there are still so many aspects that show through even now to remind me he was here and still is an ever-present entity in our lives! I see rainbows all the time now and each one makes me feel my son is near!!

I lost my father in 1990. We anticipate burying a parent at some point in our lives, but I wanted to be older. I wanted him to live and see me have children. I wanted him at my children’s high school graduations. Well, he died when I was five months pregnant with my first child. I was 26. Since then, I have seen how he lives on after death. That was 28 years ago and I feel his presence yet today!

A dear friend of mine died at 39 of breast cancer. She left behind her husband and three young daughters, ages 7, 5-1/2, and 4! The dad wondered how he was going to raise these three girls alone. I remember telling him that years down the road, those girls will each do something so surprising that only his wife could have led them to do. It will be at that moment he will realize he was never alone! I was not wrong! They are 23, 21 and 20 and shows signs of their mother in them every day!! The children of my brothers that have passed—same thing! It kind of freaks me out, yet is comforting at the same time. They act and sound like my brothers without the day to day influence. Life continues…

We leave a mark on those we leave behind proving that line is more zig zag than anything. Genetics, if you wish, can play a big part. I still believe there is a higher power aligning with some of these happenstances in our lives. Again, I find this creepy and comforting at the same time.

The line between the two, life and death, is not a straight, flat line. I accept that and also hope it will be that way when I am gone. I know 125 years from now, no one I am in contact with today will be alive or know who I was on Earth. I would sure love to look down from Heaven and see something I started or created living on in others. And, I hope it is a positive thing!! It is my goal…



Author: Christina Herold Trueblood

My name is Christina Trueblood. I am married and live in Central Illinois and am the mother of two, a daughter and son. Unfortunately, I lost my son in August 2017 in a single vehicle truck accident a couple of miles from our home. He was 24. I have documented some of my story on Facebook over this first year and have been encouraged to start a blog. I hope to help other families who have gone through loss and struggle to make any sense of it. My faith has kept me going and I believe one day, we will meet those loved ones we have lost again and it will be as if no time has passed. Until then, I want to honor their lives and know they left a mark on my life! Please follow me and share your stories.

One thought on “The line between life and death…”

  1. So true. Our words, actions, values, and more become part of our legacies. I know I can see my parents in my younger family members. Yes, the dash in the middle is of utmost importance!
    Great blog. Thank you!


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