While I preach the idea of only putting energy, even energy of thought, toward the outcomes you would like to see in your life, I sometimes put energy toward the bad stuff. For some reason, I got to thinking about what I would do if someone in my family died. Especially my dad or my husband. I think it is mostly because they are both really unhealthy...although my mom does smoke now, too. But, I have always had this fear of my dad dying. Probably because my grandpa had two or three heart attacks and he was fairly young with his first one, and I'm guessing kind of young when he died...for a grandpa that is. I was only in 5th grade at the time and my grandma is still here with us today. We'll guess sixtyish...and my dad is well on his way to 60ish.
Anyway, I got to thinking. I don't think I would go to the funeral of anyone who was really close to me. Not like a friend or anything, but my immediate family. I don't know how people sit there while everyone comes up to them to say they are sorry. Ick. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I'd lose my mind. So, yeah, at this point in my life, if my parents, sister, or husband died, I would not go to the funeral. Just putting that out there.
I wasn't going to blog about this until I was reading the weekend issue of the Courier online this morning. A classmate who graduated a year behind me died over the weekend. Eric Sickels. I remember thinking he was cute in Jr. High. I mean, really, that is the face I see when I think of him. It is just kind of surreal and I can't even imagine what his family is going through right now. You always think life here on earth is forever, but it is not.
I guess all you can do is really appreciate what you have while you have it. Make the most out of life, and really...don't sweat the small stuff.
Sorry for the weird morbid post. How's that for a case of the Mondays.
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Stacy!!! You take that back! I would hope you could go to the funeral of any of those people. Yes, it sucks (I would imagine), but it's your final chance to say goodbye. Don't you think they'd want you there?
Nope. Not going. And no it is not my final chance to say goodbye. Who cares about their lifeless body or ashes? Is that who I'm saying goodbye to? No way, no how would I attend. And I guess I can't really know that until it happens.
But, if I hate going to baby showers and all those other crappy gatherings, why would anyone think I'm heading to a funeral of someone I love? I can't imagine even wanting to see anyone, much less talk to them. Who are we really there for anyway? Our dead loved one? They are dead. If there really is an after life, I can talk to them anytime, right? And if there is not, well then they are dead and gone, so why bother?
Man, I'm grouchy today.
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