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Cherish lifeposted 29 Jun 2012, 15:06Have you ever had the feeling of being immortal? When you were young and the hormones was pumping through your body. Nothings gonna stop us now (to quote Starship from "my time").
Great feeling. Unfortunately it wont last the rest of your life. Life, with all its ingredients will catch up on you, sooner or later. First time it did for me was when my mother died. It took a month from that we knew what was wrong with her (cancer) until she died. That's not enough time to process sadness but over time it slowly became better. But I never felt immortal again. The rat race continued, as it always does and after almost two decades something happened, again, that reminded me of how precious life is and how quickly it can turn into... nothing. It was early a saturday morning when my cell rang. It was my sister and she asked me if I've heard some news about our old child minder. (She, her husband and their kids lived almost next door and we have always been close friends). My sister told me she heard that she had a heart attack and that she'd died... Later that day it got confirmed. She really was dead and it felt so strange. I was with them (her and the husband) two weeks before and everything was like it used to be. But no more... The next day (sunday) my best friend hurt himself in a game of floorball, fell and hit the head, not much, he got up directly but the referee thought he should visit the hospital. My friend had other thoughts but suddenly he became ill and got picked up by ambulance... and later by helicopter to another hospital. Ended up in coma for almost 4 months and now he is recovering, slowly. I know (and everybody else) that he want recover fully, he can't eat, drink, move around without help so life is pretty much screwed there and that's whats this is all about. Life can take sudden turns and we never know if/when it will... so, enjoy life whenever you can, every minute, every hour, every day. Don't let your possibilities run away from you, grab every moment and cherish this vulnerable thing we call "life". Do I have to say this? Let's be careful out there! :-) |
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After all was done THEN have a memorial service but no mourning and yet again, no flowers. Instead have a celebration memorial she said. Have people talk about me when I was alive. Tell things the liked or didn't like about me. Keep it light and have fun.
So, that's what we did and that's what we do. The only thing we do that she probably wouldn't like is when a family member dies, the immediate family goes to the funeral home to say private good byes. When my father died it was different because he had a military funeral and we thought it wouldn't be proper for no family to be at the cemetary for the service but we had no viewing or funeral. After returning from the cemetary we all gathered at my parents house, family and friends, and sat around telling stories about him. We laughed and cried...but mostly laughed. Same for my mother, but I will admit that was a bit more difficult to do.
For us, the body is just the container. Once the filling is gone there is no reason to mourn over the empty vessel. Instead we choose to celbrate the life that shell contained. Because after all, they really aren't gone as long as we carry them in our hearts and share their stories.
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But where i live, cemetaries are always far from the center, somewhere you never go to. This is meant to make you forget the death.
I think the first solution is better, when you know you will die at any moment, you prepare yourself.
If you are prepared, then you can die peacefully...
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Live TODAY...Love TODAY...Own TODAY.
After all was done THEN have a memorial service but no mourning and yet again, no flowers. Instead have a celebration memorial she said. Have people talk about me when I was alive. Tell things the liked or didn't like about me. Keep it light and have fun.
So, that's what we did and that's what we do. The only thing we do that she probably wouldn't like is when a family member dies, the immediate family goes to the funeral home to say private good byes. When my father died it was different because he had a military funeral and we thought it wouldn't be proper for no family to be at the cemetary for the service but we had no viewing or funeral. After returning from the cemetary we all gathered at my parents house, family and friends, and sat around telling stories about him. We laughed and cried...but mostly laughed. Same for my mother, but I will admit that was a bit more difficult to do.
For us, the body is just the container. Once the filling is gone there is no reason to mourn over the empty vessel. Instead we choose to celbrate the life that shell contained. Because after all, they really aren't gone as long as we carry them in our hearts and share their stories.