I was reading “The-Witch-of-Endor” from the AmazingFacts.org when I came across some interesting trivial detail about death.
It’s quite puzzling why people lament when a person dies and pity those who were left behind.
- Are we not suppose to be happy because that person already left this chaotic world and finally laid to rest?
- Isn’t it better if we give strength and shower positive energy to the bereaved rather than feeling sorry for them?
Some people goes first. We will all die anyway. That’s a fact.
Don’t get me wrong, I cried a river when my mother died when I was 13 years old. It’s not because she left us but it was due to the following reasons:
- The way she died. (I hate reckless drivers! -> Both my parents were victims of hit and run. My father survived.)
- I was worried for my brother. He was only 10 years old then and was a true-blue Mama’s boy.
- We don’t know how to inform my grandmother. My grandmother doted on my mother.
One thing that I can’t stand at that time was, when people kept saying, “poor kids”. It’s absolutely irksome! I always retort back, “Don’t worry,we’re survivors!” with a sarcastic smile. Ha! At any rate, my brother and I grew up to be exceptional (any violent reactions? :p) individuals.
Let’s face it, losing a love one is indeed a difficult phase of life. However, we should keep in mind that life in this world is temporary. Grieve if necessary. Mulling over things that can’t be brought back is a waste of energy. Bounce back quickly!
Stay positive! Aja! 😀