Each life is unique and each death is unique and all the self-help books that line the shelves make for good door stops and coasters. So saith me.
Christians who state "he's happy now" whilst smiling, in a chipper voice, in front of a roomful of mourners should be cited for bad manners or shot on site based upon their proximity to the greiving widow. So saith me, Goddess of the Yarn Room and all that is Good. Can you tell I miss my Knitster Sisters?
It's always the same thing, "they're happy now", "they are in a better place," (apparently Heaven is just a skosh past Disneyland) or "they are with God". It isn't comforting and what's worse is it isn't even profound!
And I can Rant on this issue (I rant therefore I am) because A: it's my blog and 2: I have had my own experience with these delusional Christians. After I had lost a child whilst being hugged by a bible thumper who was allegedly comforting me whispered in my ear, "God needed an angel." But wait, isn't he the guy that can make his own? Not only was it not comforting, but it pissed me off and God and I haven't spoken ever since. If it's such a great place, shouldn't they be dying to get it? I do love a good pun.
Christ said, "He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life shall keep unto life eternal." You never hear that one in a roomful of mourners.
And I have yet to hear Plotinus quoted and he wrote great stuff.
"For a superior soul, the stars are not only prognostics, but the soul is part of and evolves internally along with the All, in which it participates."
Now, it may not be profound, but at least it serves as a pleasant distraction.
And speaking of pleasant distractions, Elmo called, twice. We spoke for 15 minutes where he spun my head with ipso-facto-habeous-corpus jargon and that he thinks he might be getting out in ten months and then he called again and he and John spoke for another 15 minutes. From what I can gather he finally got a lawyer to listen to his argument who then sent in another lawyer with students to listen to his argument and they are convinced he can't lose.
Whether he gets out or not is yet to be seen, but it was great to see John smile again. Elmo always seems to call whenever we are at our lowest and from behind those prison walls he somehow manages to raise us back up again.
3 comments:
I found out first hand that I had to do a whole lot of consoling to the consolers when Dirk died. It was exhausting listening to all the lame cliches. Granted that most people are uncomfortable at funerals but still, Grief is such a very personal very unique process. I don't know if there is a right or wrong way to console but I can say that the person that was there for me...to just listen to me....was Becky and I will never forget how comforting that was. So, Becky & John, although miles, time zones and mountain ranges seperate us "I'm listening with all my heart and you know what...I can hear you" Love ya Monica
I miss you Monica (sob) I miss our walks and I miss our shopping adventures when we would pretend to not speak English and all I could say in Swedish was 777. Which for some reason made us hysterical with laughter. And we can always laugh until we cried together at the insanity of human nature.
Thank you for listening.
Hey, I saw Mark Walpole today!
Thank you Heather: I forgot about Ganesha. I will certainly do that and verizon came out today and I have a house phone yeah!
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