The Nun and Death

A young child walked with a nun from the graveyard.

They had just been to the funeral of an older woman that the child's parents had known all of their lives. The nun had agreed to keep the child company while his parent's spent time with family and friends.

They walked toward a small pond to watch the ducks.

"I'm afraid to die," the young child suddenly confessed.

"Oh," the nun replied. "Why is that?"

"I really don't know. Death just seems like something I should be afraid of."

"I suppose I understand." The nun looked at the child. "I think we're all afraid of dying."

"The boy was surprised. "Even you?"

The nun smiled. "Especially me."

"But, don't you believe in heaven?" the boy asked.

The nun stopped walking and looked out over the water.

"I honestly don't know about heaven. But I do love this pond. And the more you love, the more you fear."

"The boy looked confused. "I don't think I understand."

The nun laughed. "Me neither."