My grandma’s funeral really dug deep into my heart. For nearly 10 years, her Alzheimer’s Disease changed who she was in a significant way. Through the years, some of us started to forget how she once was and just saw this woman who seemed to act insane most of the time. Then when she died, people from all over the country, some even from outside the country, flew in to pay their respects.
Death can bring people together
There were relatives and family members who spent years not speaking to each other, hugging and sharing their loss. It was sad, but a somehow happy reunion for many people. Even the ones who had sworn never to speak to another family member again were seen embracing each other.
I think death has a way of waking people up and reminding them of how short life really is. We spend so many busy minutes of our lives focusing on some of the most unimportant issues, stressing out about them and doing very unhealthy things because of them. Then time passes and these issues no longer exist, but the bad memories and heartaches sometimes never go away.
Nearly every person I spoke to that attended my grandma’s funeral said her death’s made them think about their own life, where it’s been, and where they think it’s headed. I think the fact that people tend to remember the past and how this person, who now lies in a coffin, was once so lively and had so much going for her, is now dead. Looking at someone lying in a coffin makes you question the meaning of life and where you could possibly go from death.
Thought provoking questions about life and death
Then, of course, I kept getting a lecture, “believe in God and you shall never question your life and death again.” Really? I do believe there’s a God, but I still can’t help feeling the unknown.
I’d really love to know exactly what we’re doing here. If we are all the result of cellular accidents then how is it that we can think the way we do? Cells are moving around in our heads, but how are these cells forming the way it does to make the decisions that tell us to do right or wrong?
So perhaps there is a magical, spiritual being that’s about to take over the invisible spirits that help us feel, think, and have emotions. And if we’re going to be in a magical place, then why do we need to spend so much time trying to make our lives perfect now? Or if we’re NOT going to be anything after we die, then shouldn’t we live life the absolute best way possible so we could make the most of what we are now? But then what happens after that? What’s the point to doing anything, being anything, if we’re nothing, but dust.
People say we leave little bits of us in people’s hearts. We leave our legacy behind. But then eventually, our children and all the people we know will die. Then what?
Have you ever come across moments of doubt in yourself? In life? In the things you’ve done or haven’t done? Please share.