People Die, Life Goes On

What death means to me

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Everyone grieves in their own way. We all view death totally different. These are my views, how I feel, my take. I am not cold, heartless or insensitive. This is who I am and my feelings toward death do not make me a bitch.

Now that that’s out of the way…

So let me back up here a bit before I go on. I do have to say, I’ve never had anyone really close to me die. I mean, my parents died but both their deaths were a blessing to me.

Mom’s, so she would stop suffering, and

Dad’s, so I would stop suffering.

So would I feel differently about death, say, if my son died? The only one human being on the planet whom I adore with every ounce of my being?

Probably not. Don’t get me wrong. Of course I would be sad that he died. I’m not heartless contrary to what some may believe after reading this. I just know, or believe, that he will be in a much better place.

I truly believe this.

My thoughts on death

I’m not one of those people who sob hysterically when someone dies. I don’t grieve for days, weeks, months or even years.

Yes I cry. Yes I feel emotion. Yes I will feel sadness and loss.