Posted on 08/10/2007 5:13:24 PM PDT by snugs
After that, we'd had one of our cats die (which before didn't really provoke a lot of thought ... they went to heaven) but this time, my sister and I spent hours with the dead body of this cat, petting her, talking to her, asking her to appear as a ghost cat if she could (LOL what boobs) ... and nothing happened. My sister and I went to our local Catholic church during the week when it was quiet and drank the Holy Water thinking this would tell Jesus how much we loved Him and He would appear to us (gee we were goofy).
Since then, I've kept my strong feelings of God and how much He loves us but He just doesn't interfere. He doesn't treat us as puppets on His stage and the world is one of chaos. What happens to us happens to us and He'll give us the strength to get thru it, but He's not going to direct the show. I do believe that people recover from cancer or other, but I don't believe it's because they were so special to Him or prayed extra good or anything. Just more chaos. Just IMHO.
Oh Lord Kent is so beautiful. You’re very lucky. I lived for a very short period of time (3 months) in Berkshire with my fiance. We were engaged about 8 months but he turned out to be NOT the person that I thought he was and I wasn’t going to go thru another lousy marriage. Flew home, me and my son, but I just dearly dearly love England and English people. Lovely country. Would go back at the drop of a hat.
And I can always pretend and walk up the road to sheep and think I am in the country.
When I walked up the road I liked for it to end at the bakery and creme cakes ... elephant’s knees!
I grew up on a farm with animals that died and some were slaughtered so I knew they died. And I guess I was not sheltered. When somebody died I always knew about it. I can’t believe how now kids are shielded from the fact that a parent has lost their job or whatever. I never lived in a jar of cotton balls like that.
Thanks!
I know my dad says he wishes he had not been forced to see his grandfather after he passed away as for many years after he could not remember him alive. He had to deal with that memory of him laid out and come to terms with it before he remembered him alive and things they did together.
I think I inferred it a couple of times and it was obvious from the reaction I got that it was not an option and that I was too young to deal with it.
I have always wished though I went to the funeral.
Cream cakes yummy.
Ohhhh yeah.
Yes. These decisions to attend or not should be left to the individual child after a good explanation of what to expect. to force a child to attend or to not attend is cruel.
My Father died in 1994 after a loooooooong illness. (Emphysema ) For 15 years I had watched his body & mind fail from the lack of oxygen. His passing was a relief.
It was then I learned that each of us copes in different ways. Also, I learned that we each have different strengths and weaknesses. For example, I could not handle being at the Hospital when he died like my siblings. However I was the one who had the strength to focus on the myriad of details in arranging the funeral.
Were you an adult throughout his illness? My father also died in the hospital but it was only 3 days after the diagnosis and all the doctors thought he’d be coming home and be fine. When they operated on him, they discovered that his body was littered with cancer from stem to stern. But he was such a heavy alcoholic that he’d allowed himself to kill the pain with whiskey and live like that for years. He was not a nice person and it didn’t devastate me the way that my gramma’s passing did. And I swear, to was religious again? I brought to him a prayer cloth and the moment it touched his hand as I explained what it was, coated with Holy oil and had been blessed by my pastor and church and prayed over for him? He threw it across the room as if he had been scorched by it. My gramma would have held it to her breast and cried for the good feelings that it gave her to have something so precious. People, yes, cope differently and people deal differently with death. It’s very personal and difficult and sometimes, as you say, a relief. I was glad to see him go. I don’t regret that he’s gone.
I can understand that - I did all the arranging of my mother’s funeral etc but I do not know how I would have coped with seeing her passing.
I am thankful I did not have to deal with that arriving at the hospital a few minutes after she died. I saw her and she looked peaceful but I was spared the actual moment of her passing.
I cannot remember crying at a funeral maybe a few little tears or a feeling of sadness but most of tears or emotions in each case had been dealt with long before the funeral.
Especially with my mother as she had not been able to hold a conversation or really know me for a long time only fleeting moments so she was not really my mum anymore so her passing was a relief that she was finally at peace.
Well it nearly 4.00am and although I had a good lay in this morning I have work in a few hours so I need to get a couple of hourse sleep.
Thank you for participating whether as a lurker or a poster and look forward to “seeing” you either during the week on other threads on on next weekend’s singles thread.
Night all
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