Ive been thinking a bit about death lately, with the passing of my grandma. It creates an emotional roller-coaster along which all people close to that person must travel along to a greater or lesser extent. But the one thing I have just clarified in my thoughts is that death transcends all religion and personal belief. That might sound mind-numbingly obvious but think about it. No matter what you believe, you can never truly prepare yourself for the death of someone you love. (As an aside, absolutely, dogs are real people.) One of the things I think is part of this, and part of the human condition, is the emotional need to, in a very tangible physical or visual way, express farewell to that person while still holding them dear in your heart. For my nan, it was placing a yellow daffodil on her casket. For my grandpa, otherwise known as boofhead, it was acting as pallbearer to carry the physically and emotionally heavy, the latter making the former so much more so, load from the church to the hearse. For the couple of people very close to me where I havent had the chance to do this, there is still a lingering and uneasy lack of closure even decades later. So Im determined that my grandmas ashes be scattered in the presence of all who love her in the place that she loved. It might not be a permanent memorial but it will live on in the minds and again die with the passing of those people who did know and love her. And thats ok.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 01:19:51 +0000
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