Someone Died Today

Someone died today. Maybe not actually today. Perhaps this is the anniversary of someones death. How sad. How tragic. How human. What do we do with a situation such as a death anniversary? Cry? Visit the grave site or the cross on the side of the highway. We definitely long to have them back, unless they were a "Bundy". But, then again, Bundy had a mother, wife and daughter.

This is such an unusual topic, I felt it had to be addressed. When we go in the mortuary, we look at a plastic-like body that resembles someone we loved, lying in state. People are crying. They are dressed impeccably. They touch the cold hands and tears course down their face as they consider the possibility of the plastic person jumping up from the coffin and re-joining society. Not gonna happen. Too much embalming fluid and trochar interference in major organs. Just cry.

Wouldn't it be great if the mortuary had a "soul" room. Perhaps you don't believe in that, but I have a simple explanation that helps me realize there is life after death. Any scientist will tell you that energy cannot be created nor destroyed; it can only change form. That's it. What caused that person who is now "dead" was energy...it made them walk, talk, lift, run, hear, have cognitive functions, etc. Where did that go? It changed form. That's as far as I can explain.

But back to the "soul" room. It would be great if we could go in a room filled with energy we don't understand, to visit with the dearly departed. Perhaps they can tell us something, like the order of things that happen when we die. But do we want to know? They say ignorance is bliss. We may want to be blissful as far as this situation goes.

As sad as it is, a mother is reliving the death of a son today; a son, a mother; Someone is visiting the sight of an automobile accident, and wondering what little intervention would have saved the lives. Just how in control are we? When my mother died, ten years ago...I was very angry at God. I told him so. I told him what he did was totally uncalled for, and if I can get mad at my earthly father, I sure as hell can get mad at him. I didn't have to understand...I just wanted to let him know I was mad. I would have punched him. I think it's okay to get mad at him...to not understand. There's no way he's going to majestically appear and explain why he took my mom. Know why? Simple. I wouldn't understand. He knows that no matter what he said to me, I couldn't understand the realm of reality in which he resides. So there. You take it and go on. You cry, you kick the table, you go visit where the body is, and what good does it do you? We think that's what we are supposed to do.

By the way, someone was born today...but that's another article.