Whether we like it or not. We all know, but we just don’t talk about it too much. We focus on living, just as we should.
A thought in particular is that in our society, that when someone passes away, we mourn and weep the person we have lost. It takes time to heal the wound, and in some cases time doesn’t even help completely.
But in other cultures, people celebrate their dead. Not celebrating that the person is gone and away from this world, but celebrating the thought of the person escaping this world filled with hate and pain. Being free.
Yesterday, I lost my Grandmother. I took it pretty hard. The memories of her fill my head throughout the day as I think of the great times we had. I’m in mourning.
But my Brother brought up something yesterday at the hospital that has stuck with me, and in many lights given me relief.
“It’s not goodbye. It’s see you in the morning.”
Being born to a Christian family, we do believe in an afterlife. And in that gives us hope to not only be in paradise with our Lord and Savior, but to see family members we have lost over time due to death.
When I was young, my Grandmother and I had a little saying. She would ask “Matt, do you want a Yoohoo?” and I would reply “Not today!”
That stuck with us, and even before she passed she would bring that up every time I would visit. I won’t have a chance to say that anymore to her.
That day will never come now, well, maybe in the morning it will.
It’s hard to deal with grief. I’ve really tried to incorporate the grieving process of Asian cultures during this time. She’s gone, and away from this life. She’s in a better place. Celebrate!
Harder said than done.
My Granny’s gone. But only for the night.
I will see her in the morning.