I am afraid, deeply afraid, of death (as most of us are). But lately I’ve come to realize that remembering your own death is a beautiful gift–a tool for clarification of purpose and meaning, and a way to constantly draw near to God.
Without remembering my own death, I would forget God more often, get lost in stupid petty things, and distracted from the tasks in front of me that are the most important.
Even with this practice, I still do all those things far too often. It is then that the Jesus Prayer, crying out with mercy, is my best hope.
Read St. Ignaty’s piece, “On the Remembrance of Death” for a more piercing and deep reflection.