I have a picture in my mind of what happens when a loved one dies, human or pet, I don't think it matters.I don't know if the destruction of something like your home would work the same way--that's more of a one way attachment. If you loved them, you suffer when they leave. They don't suffer--they're gone but you're left behind with this hole in your mind. I see a string that stretches from my mind to whoever, the more you love the stronger the string, the larger the point at which it connects to your mind. When the loved one dies, the string pulls lose, leaving a wound that takes a while to fill in and heal. I used to think the string broke, but now I think it gets pulled out of it's mooring. It eventually scabs then scars over but the first few days/weeks/months are the worst. You're constantly aware of the injury done to you and it just takes time, I guess...
Monday, December 3, 2007
Musings on Death, Like this Will be Real Original!!!
We've been going over and over, in our minds, all the things that one does when someone you love dies. I think if it's someone you didn't love the whole dynamic becomes different! Gee, I really wish I'd told that so and so what I really thought!!!!
The would haves/should haves/could haves that keep going through your mind, even though, at this point, it's all far too late. Nothing can be changed. I guess we can hope to learn from these experiences so that we might do better in future ones...or, being human, we'll repeat the same dumb mistakes, over and over, not able to learn a darn thing.
If we'd only...
Dad said he'd never go home from the hospital. Of course, he said it the last time too and he did go home, for over a year. Maybe he felt he had to prove something this time---See, I told you I was sick!! We know we did the best we could but we feel that our best should have been a lot better. I know there are so many who are a member of this club, and many under much more difficult circumstances. Just venting, this blog is a great venue for this. I have no idea who might read it so I can just talk to the air. Sort of like talking to god...
The would haves/should haves/could haves that keep going through your mind, even though, at this point, it's all far too late. Nothing can be changed. I guess we can hope to learn from these experiences so that we might do better in future ones...or, being human, we'll repeat the same dumb mistakes, over and over, not able to learn a darn thing.
If we'd only...
Dad said he'd never go home from the hospital. Of course, he said it the last time too and he did go home, for over a year. Maybe he felt he had to prove something this time---See, I told you I was sick!! We know we did the best we could but we feel that our best should have been a lot better. I know there are so many who are a member of this club, and many under much more difficult circumstances. Just venting, this blog is a great venue for this. I have no idea who might read it so I can just talk to the air. Sort of like talking to god...
Mom and Dad
Mom and Dad this fall at Thelma's B&B in Crawfordsville, IN.
Thank you again, all who sent cards and kind thoughts. Also, thanks for the donation to the David Parrish Post American Legion in Dad's name. He would have been very proud.
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