Hell
I was going to post this in response to Cassy's response to Amanda yesterday but thought that might not be the appropriate place to post it. But the gist is the "inappropriate" thoughts people have when a loved one dies and that we'll go to hell for them. Now, that's pretty much just a saying to let people know they're having really inappropriate thoughts (even if it's in their own eyes and not necessarily in others') and I don't particularly believe in hell but if did exist, I'd be there too and from what I know of many of my friends and family, I'll be in good company.
Back to things you think when someone dies. It seems to me that it's a coping mechanism for some people to think things that just don't seem "right" given the seriousness of the loss. A few examples from my life would be when my uncle died a few years ago and his ashes came back. My cousin was moving the container from one place to another and my mother cautioned against dropping it and spilling the contents. My cousin replied that it wouldn't be the first time her father was picked up off the floor and we all laughed. My sister's husband was killed in a car accident almost 9 years ago, on Good Friday. A few weeks ago, my sister and her son ran into one of his friends at the store and he commented that he lost his dog last Easter and it was the worst thing ever. My sister waited until she and my nephew were alone and said "Well, actually, you have him beat". Granted, that was a long time later and not really a coping mechanism but it shows how life goes on. Also, my sister forbade me to tell anyone that story so don't let her I know I told you, you know, in case you ever meet her.
I guess my point is that we can't really predict how we're going to act when a loved one dies. We miss these people and the jokes and whatnot do nothing to lessen the love we had for them but our minds will still pop out something unexpected. Yes, I can tell you the exact dates when my loved ones died, not because I loved them more but because I have a knack for dates that goes beyond just when someone dies. I can also tell you the birth date of my boyfriend from 30 years ago. (Btw, I met Cassy in person on April 16th, 2002, which was that same boyfriend's birthday).
Tomorrow's topic: I'm back to venting about family.
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