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[kyburg]

It's that quirky sense of self again.

I didn't know Cedric's father. I think I met him once, on the way to something else...as in "Donna, this is my Dad. Dad, we're going to the movies, see ya later."

I'd give Cedric a 10 out of 10 on the funeral - practically perfect in every way. We did scoot out of there very quickly because Jim had to go to work, and Cedric called the house later to see where we went (d'oh). Andre went back in - I went into hibernation mode. I was just that tired.

I wish it didn't hurt them so much. I wish I had something more to offer Cedric's Mom besides "been here, done that...it'll be okay, trust me on it." Because, truth be told, it might not. She's not a young woman, she wasn't relieved at his passing as I was at Cliff's, and she doesn't have my POV.

Which is, life didn't stop. They graduated, and went ahead of us. Much like your older siblings graduated school ahead of you and went on to the next thing.

He just went on to the next thing. In explaining this to Andre, I got a thoughtful look and a "interesting way to put it."

Well, duh.

What you feel is the separation. Their lives are not over, not by a long shot. I can't say what the next thing is...but how could there NOT be a next thing?

But that's where they all are. Not waiting for me, no...I think they'd have lives to live, even there.

How can I impart that? Poor dears. They miss him so.

And maybe I just need to wait for the shock to wear down a bit. Six weeks or so.

I'll be there.

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The nature of death

[dragonrankmage.livejournal.com]

I come from a very large family, I think my first funeral I was taken to was when I was around six years old. A great aunt of mine had passed away. And one by one friends and family have passed. Burying my parents was the hardest of all of them by far. The sense of loss and the aftermath which continues to this day. When I question what I am doing, there is no parent to go to to ask advice. I have to think what would they do and weigh out the balance. For others I can only say this, none of us get out of this life intact. Even another's memories of us are brief and clouded. How will they remember me? Will they smile at my silliness? Will they even miss me at all? Our immortality is a fleeting echo of the lives we have touched and the good or bad we have done in this life. The best we can do is be happy, live our lives the best we can and try not to annoy anybody on the way out.