I've never experienced death. At least not in this capacity. An hour ago, to the minute of this sentence, my Grandmother, Lydia Batiste, passed away. I confidently post this as my recent private life will most likely remain such. But yes, she's gone. I don't cry, not sure the reason. I seem to be able to tell jokes and remember the positive moments she brought to my life. My wife however, well, she's the sentimental one, I do hurt for her... and my mom and her 11 siblings. I, for some reason, have the burden of having the most unconventional view of death.
I've kept the situation with my grandmother very quiet to the people in my life, of which there are few. But it is not within my right to burden their mindset with such things. How ever I may view death should be of no consequence to them. I learned, albeit not very quickly, that when someone asked about her - not to treat it as though it were a "none issue". But I also should be able to be honest right? So, yes! Death is natural, sickness is natural, death is something we all do, none can escape. I think it was Steve Jobs that said something about Death is Life's change agent, we all share it and no one has escaped it, or something to that effect. Yet, when it happens, everyone seems so surprised and at odds with life. I've questioned that for so long. Not that I think crying is the wrong thing to do, but... I don't know.
On March 5, 2012 I posted an exert by Tecumseh, on Death.
I've kept the situation with my grandmother very quiet to the people in my life, of which there are few. But it is not within my right to burden their mindset with such things. How ever I may view death should be of no consequence to them. I learned, albeit not very quickly, that when someone asked about her - not to treat it as though it were a "none issue". But I also should be able to be honest right? So, yes! Death is natural, sickness is natural, death is something we all do, none can escape. I think it was Steve Jobs that said something about Death is Life's change agent, we all share it and no one has escaped it, or something to that effect. Yet, when it happens, everyone seems so surprised and at odds with life. I've questioned that for so long. Not that I think crying is the wrong thing to do, but... I don't know.
On March 5, 2012 I posted an exert by Tecumseh, on Death.
...When your time comes to die, be not like
those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their
time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives
over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a
hero going home.
