Death approaches
My mom has put the family on 24 hour notice…they expect dad to pass away sometime this weekend. They will be surprised if he makes it to Sunday.
If I can pull the money together I will be flying down monday for the funeral.
Word to the wise: I’ve been getting all sorts of condolenses and responses as my various friends and associates. People seem to be under the impression that I should be crushed by this or something. I’m not. This death is not unexpected, I’ve already said my goodbyes. I am MORMON, say what you will about us, but we have a very very developed theology and have a very solid foundation for death and what happens and how to deal with it. I do not need coping stragedies as if I don’t understand death. Death is NOT an ending in my belief structure. It’s not something to be scared of and it doesn’t shake my foundations of life.
The other thing that has been irritating has been people acting as if I’m a bad person because I wasn’t praying for a miracle to save my dad. My dad was given 3 months to live 6 years ago, I really think God has done quite enough. Also, when skin cancer, which is incurable, spreads to your lungs, liver, spine, brain, intestines and muscles…it’s a pretty good indication that God wants you back home.
I don’t mind talking about death, or perceptions of death and whatnot. But it is irritating when people act as if you have no concept of death and they have to teach you about it, or how to deal with it. 90% of the time they do not have a similar perception as I do about death, so exactly how realistic is it that anything they say is going to mean anything to me?
Now I am sad. I am depressed. I am going through alot. These things I don’t deny, but I’m not angry at God, I’m not shaken to my core, I’m not destroyed in anyway. If I was that weak…with everything else going on…I would have cracked months ago.
