My thoughts on death and that sad feeling of loss
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What is it about death that we don't really want to talk about it? Death is a reality that can come to us at anytime but why are we sometimes so unwelcoming when we talk about it? In fact, I have been thinking about my previous post about death almost two years ago with a brave title that goes – Are you prepared to die? In all fairness, it was a post for All Soul's Day, so I was thinking maybe everybody had been very busy at that time to ever think about sharing their thoughts or comments or perhaps maybe my post just wasn't interesting enough.
The reality of death can really be a scary thing. We don't know when or how we are going to die. We also cry when someone we love dies. We cry because we associate death to losing someone or missing someone. Never did we think about our dead if they have felt any regrets for leaving this world.
Last week, we were told about a death of hubby's distant relative who once had the chance to come over to the house when hubby's grandmother came by for a short visit. Grandmother told us that a week before this distant relative died, she had been hinting about her death - like wanting to have all her laundry done that week because she wants everything else clean for some reason and wanting to pay the debt that she owed to a fish vendor because she said she does not want her soul to be bothered by any unpaid debts when she leaves this world. Hubby's grandmother said that she wouldn't have died if someone stopped her from hinting about her death. But for me, I believe that when it is time to go, it is time to go. What do you think?
You must be wondering why I am writing about death today. I was just sad to know that a high school friend's dad passed away. I know what it's like to have lost someone we love and it's a very, very sad feeling of loss – like something, that feeling of happiness, has just been emptied out from yourself that you really can't explain. I do not know how to comfort her because I myself felt sad about it. What is it about death that we aren't usually prepared to accept it, especially when it happens to someone we care about and love?