Death
Well, it's been another week. My husband's grandmother died last Friday. We're going up to the Dallas area for the funeral.
I've been trying to wrap my head around it all since last week. Why do we live? Why do we die? What is the point of our existence?
As parents we welcome children in the world and help them get through the first years. As children we help our parents get ready to die. We get them the nursing homes and places to stay when they're ailing.
Is this all there is to life? Living, dying and the in-between? Are there moments that matter more than birth and death?
When we die where do we go? Is there truly a heaven or is it all just black after we die? A friend of mine believes we disappear and just get our essence put back into the energy of the world. I don't know what I believe. I want to believe this is more than just this life, but I don't remember anything before this life. Why, then, should there be more?
Is death as senseless as it feels?
I've been trying to wrap my head around it all since last week. Why do we live? Why do we die? What is the point of our existence?
As parents we welcome children in the world and help them get through the first years. As children we help our parents get ready to die. We get them the nursing homes and places to stay when they're ailing.
Is this all there is to life? Living, dying and the in-between? Are there moments that matter more than birth and death?
When we die where do we go? Is there truly a heaven or is it all just black after we die? A friend of mine believes we disappear and just get our essence put back into the energy of the world. I don't know what I believe. I want to believe this is more than just this life, but I don't remember anything before this life. Why, then, should there be more?
Is death as senseless as it feels?
Good luck with the trip. Hope all goes as well as can be expected. My condolences to you all.
I don't have any decent answers to these questions but I know it's good you're asking them. That's part of death - if nothing else there is a process to it. A cycle we come to know that, hopefully, makes it just a little less scary in time.
I don't think it's totally senseless. I think we need endings, just as we need beginnings. But that's just me. Your own answers are what count on this one.
When my dad died, suddenly, from a car accident, I felt, among other things, that I was reading a novel and the last few chapters were missing--his death didn't make any sense--there were too many unresolved issues, no dramatic final anything. One minute he was sitting in a car, then he was unconscious, then he was gone. So, his death seemed pretty senseless. I don't think his life was senseless, though. He was a psychiatrist, and his memorial service was packed with people he helped, and people he love. To me, that's the meaning in life--not how it ends or what, if anything, comes afterwards.
I can't answer your questions about death; it's such a deeply personal topic, and goes to the very core of my beliefs.
But I can hope that you're coping well, and feeling okay during what must be a very difficult time for you, your husband, and extended family.
Susan