I'll try to make this quick since I'm on a friend's computer and tired. I've been avoiding about what's been going on in my life, how I'm feeling that day. But this has keep coming up all week, culminating today and I need to get it down here. Pure, selfish catharsis for which I only half-heartedly apologize.
I've been thinking of death a lot recently, and it's been popping up on TV, books, current events and personal events:
- the sitcom "How I Met Your Mother" dealt with the loss of the father of one of the main characters and the last words from father to son
- just finished reading "Dead Man Walking", which recounts the days leading up to the execution of two death-row inmates and families of victims of violence
- the shooting in Tuscon two weeks ago
- one of my high school peers passed away on Monday, and I attended her funeral service this morning
- one of the doctors who went with me to Nicaragua-- who had gone there ever summer for the past 10 years-- passed away on Tuesday
- the last day of this month marks two years since the passing of my grandfather, my father's father
I don't have anything particularly profound or insightful to add about death or loss or the process of grieving. I keep going to that oft quoted line from "Braveheart", about remembering how people live and not how they died. No amount of crying will bring them back. Still it's important-- it feels important-- to have time to grieve. For me that time is now.
