Coping with Death
Thinking back to my first formal writing assignment, talking about how drive-thru funerals were a meanace. (Which I still believe they are)
I've recently gone through something similar, as my grandma recently passed away and her funeral was today, and my dad and I were only able to see the funeral virtually and was thinking about many different things and how maybe it is in instances when non-in-person funerals are somewhat okay. And as much I would have liked to go, I simply cannot as I've only got 2 weeks left of classes and it was held in Mexico and the semester must go on.
This week I spoke with my classmates about their topics and one of them mentioned death. I made some dark humor jokes and all because I guess you could say is how I cope? Later this week when I was told she passed away only then I realized how weird time is. How you can be laughing with someone one day and then before you know it, they're gone. I usually don't like to be pitied, but I believe that perhaps this way it will help me mourn? I'm not sure if that's the word, but just to help me move on from this.
As I was speaking to my brother last night, (take into account that he's 6 year old) and we were laying on a mattress on the floor, (he always swears he'll sleep by himself and then proceeds to sneak into my bed when I fall asleep. He told me everything was going to be okay because "Grandma will always look over us in sky." At that moment I was truly astounded at my little brother's emotional maturity. Although I feel like the lack of tears on his part are from not remembering her, but even then, for him to tell me this out of his own thoughts was surprising to me, or perhaps I am not emotionally mature enough?
I'm not sure. What I do know is that everything will be okay and that it honestly was for the best, for she is no longer in pain. :)
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