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Death and Dying

I've said before and I'll say again that nobody really close to me has ever died. I was not terribly close to my paternal grandma or grandmother. I can't fathom being 80+ and knowing that your time is coming soon as you watch your brothers, sisters, cousins, friends, and perhaps even your children (or theirs) pass on. What a sad feeling that must be.

But if there's one thing to be taken from a funeral, or someone's death, it's the thing most of the older people I saw earlier today seemed to exude: that family matters, that one truly should live each day as if it was his last, and that the little things in life matter.

2 Responses to "Death and Dying"

  1. I just posted on your Q&A. Probably should read these things in chronological order! Anyways:

    "What a sad feeling that must be."

    Actually no. Not at all. In fact, you said half of it yourself:

    " matters..."

    The other half is belief that - something - if greater than all this.

    Please Erik, I'm certainly no Jesus freak. Not at all. I'm just saying that if you really do appreciate - emphasis on appreciate - this existance, than maybe you could be open to hope. Hope that something beyond this world is real in ways we simply cannot fathom.

    It's that openness that - dammit, I feel a pun coming on - opened my mind to some things that I simply know are not coincidence, yet I cannot explain either.

  2. My great uncle (maternal grandfather's brother) died earlier this year, and I observed the same thing. They are a great family, and I wish we were closer to them.

    On the positive side, I just got back from a family reunion of my father's side, and we all had a blast. It's nice to see that side of the family starting to take more interest in family. Most of us live within 200 miles of each other, yet we rarely get together; hopefully this was the start of a new trend.