A ‘GOOD’ death.
Death bothered me my whole life. when my grandpa died when I was 17, I was depressed. My grandma died just before the 911 attacks and I was depressed for like 2 years. But in reality, I should have celebrated their lives and deaths. I started taking a different view of the world, and how when people who have experienced ‘life’, marriage, children, grandchildren, GREAT grandchildren. THEY had a GOOD death. Sean’s grandpa died In the summer of 2011. This was the first funeral I was at where I wasn’t at all sad, in fact, I was happy for what he was able to experience in his life, he was in his 90’s when he died. I remember walking away thinking, I have sure grown and I sure now ‘get it’, what life is all about. I was so happy!
WHAM. Zach dies in October.
I TAKE IT ALL BACK. I never should have grown, I should have never thought there was good deaths. I feel I tempted the gods and they took my son.
I will never ever go to another funeral thinking it was a good death. Zach’s death has shattered that growth for me. no wonder I hate this world.