Do you dare to talk about death? Yes, I know, it’s a horrible topic and no one particularly enjoys talking about it but I think the real problem is that we are so afraid of it. Afraid of facing what happens after our loved ones die or what we may be facing if we were to ever fall ill. I hate the harsh reality of The End. It’s final, it’s terrifying and it’s awaiting all of us…
I pictured my funeral a lot when I was younger. I was going through a rough patch at the time and I was so scared that no one would attend. That was before I realised that dozens of people may attend but what really matters is how many of those people still remember me days, weeks, months and even years later. I want people to remember me for a good reason and I want to be the best person I can be until I am no more. I just finished rereading The Fault in Our Stars which reminded me of the fragility of life. We make plans for all of the biggest occasions in our lives except the most life changing one, well, life ending one.
I have made plans for my funeral simply because I do not want my loved ones to be in a position where they are left feeling lost and confused, worried that they may be making the wrong decisions. It is sensible, in my opinion, not morbid. I have made my plans known to the most important people in my life. I trust them to do the right thing with that information. Enjoying life is one of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves but taking a moment to think about what comes next might be a good idea too. I don’t spend too much time dwelling on it but it is definitely worth thinking about.
Comments on: "Dare we talk about Death?" (5)
I’m thinking big pit in the backyard, throw me in, cover me with seaweed and once that cooks down really well, add a clambake and have a party! Wahoo! Wait, the clams and crabs and shrimp and stuff won’t taste like me, will they? Damn. Snaggggg….
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That is a definite possibility! But you could easily pass that off as a secret ingredient! Although you won’t actually be there to do this convincing so you’ll just have to leave a sticky note somewhere to let everyone know that you’ve added a special ingredient and you’re taking the identity of this ingredient to your grave with you so they will never know! Or, you could consider something more traditional… 🙂
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Egad, perish the thought. I don’t even like to pee with the bathroom door closed and you’re talking about a box, in the ground?! Holy crap no. Elevators make me queasy. NO BOX, NO HOLE IN GROUND, unless this is some kind of SVU thing and Olivia is going save me, *thump, thump*
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At least you know what you don’t want. It’s a start at least! 🙂
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Always. 😛
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