I Hate Funerals

People die everyday. People that we were lucky enough not to be aware of their existance so we wouldn't dwell on their now permanent abscence. Or in a "half-empty-cup" perspective, people we would not be lucky enough to ever know, learn, or live with, will be gone. People we could ever possibly imagine we could mourn.

Also, people we quite acnowledged to be out there somewhere also die. In the darkest times, people we truly love will fade away and leave nothing but a seed of pain and doubt inside our minds. A seed soon evolving, growing stronger every time we ask ourselves the imminent "what if".

Basic psychology and any sane person in the world would say that death is the one thing certain in our lives. Ironic, but true.

Also, it's been told that there are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
So why is it just so damn hard to skip the first four steps of grieving and reach the acceptance, if we all know being gone at the end is the only thing certain from the moment we were given birth? I think it would be great if any of us could slip out of this world without leaving such mess in other people's lives. But then again, it's not possible.

The past three weeks I had the un-fortune to go to two different funerals, and not able to assist a third one because I was busy being in the second one. It just really really sucks to be all aware that all of the sudden any of us is here, and the next minute we are not. And it can happen any time, to any one.

If Death was a person, it would probably be that lady neighbor with a fucked-up sense of humor that would call the police if she thinks your party next-door is too noisy. But is probably the same lady neighbor that would notice you want to move out of town, and whole heartedly, would help you with the move out.

But most of us secretly hate that bitch lady neighbor. Nosy bastard.

However, the best we can do to cope with her is just letting her be. Yes, you might avoid her as much as you can and not invite her to the movies or vacations with your family, or not even drink a lovely cup of tea in her living room. But one thing is certain: she will knock the door, and you shall open.