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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 4:02 pm
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I've been to cemetaries a few times. They're lovely places; beautiful, but yet I feel somehow a bit strange. Like my presence is disturbing someone. I usually feel a bit awkward in cemetaries, but I like them.
I've only ever been to two funerals in my lifetime, both were when I was still young and didn't know what death means. I have, however, visited funeral homes; peaceful, yet a little strange for me as corpses unnerve me a little bit. No idea why.
Only once in my life have I felt the presence of a departed soul. Now, if you ever happen to come in contact with Amy Lee, don't tell her I've told you about this, it's pretty personal. I feel a little bad for sharing it. When Amy was six years old, her younger sister died at age three. In tribute to her, Amy wrote the song "Hello", featured on Fallen as track 9. When I found out about this, I listened to the song and wept for the poor child. And then I thought I heard someone in my head telling me, "Don't cry... Please don't cry.... I'm here, I'm alive..." I offered her a place to rest with me, namely, a pillow that I laid beside me in my bed. Ever since that night I have tried to sleep with a pillow beside me. This has almost lead me to believe that I am possibly a reincarnation of this child, which might explain my attachment to Amy. However, that thought is NEVER to be mentioned in front of her. Ever. I usually feel very selfish saying that, not to mention it would probably be emotionally stressful for Amy to think about it.
I usually commemorate the dead with thoughtfulness, tears, possibly flowers on graves or what have you.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 12:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 4:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:39 pm
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Sometime this morning the world lost a wonderful person. She was a very inspiring person; a mother to four, an adoptive mother of sorts for many. She always had room in her heart for other people. She was a strong woman, though her body was weak. Someone you could look up to, depend on, and turn to when you needed some love. Whether it was a boo-boo or a bad day, she was always there. She was my grandmother.
I never really got the chance to say goodbye. The last time I saw her was a few Sundays ago. Even then she didn't look so well. Then she went into the hospital. Her body wasn't functioning properly. Yesterday they took her off of all the machines, and finally, today, her suffering is over.
Rest in peace, Granny. I will love you forever. cry heart People die, but real love is forever.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 3:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 5:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 5:08 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:06 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 5:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 1:37 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 4:24 pm
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Honestly, I do become sad, and I have time thinking about the people I miss, remembering all the good times. A person is not who they are because of their age or the condition their body is in, so I try not to think of the dearly departed in that way, but for how kind they were. I honestly do not fear death, and I believe no one's death is a mistake. Our whole lives are laid out infront of eternity, the past is frozen, the present is on going, and the furture to us is naught. Any time compared to eternity is nothing, so the idea some people die too young I don't agree with. The less time I spend on the earth, the less I am attatched to it, the more freely I will accept when my time to shed this shell has come and it is time to move on. God, seeing past and future all in present, giving us time so although he knows our choices we can still have the freedom of will and individuality to live and believe as we choose, puts things more into perspective. If Jesus the Christ did raise from the dead as accounts say, and died on the cross being mocked and beaten without mercy, then believing in him, death has no sting.
I am planning on having a small memorial service for those two boys who shot people at their school nine years ago. They were not goth, but the fact they felt that badly, then shot themselves afterwards, I refuse to see them as soley the villians, they were the ultimate victims. The least I can do is pray and have something dedicated to them and others like them, because although most the world may see them as monsters, devils, they are precious. So the least we can do for them is to try to teach people to have mercy and kindness, not respect but love.
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