I am alone again where my mom's remains i right now. My sister has to go and work on some papers for the interment, and also get some supplies. My brother is still on his way home from abroad.
If we were a bigger family, there would be more people working on stuff. We would not be so tired at the end of the day. No guests would be ignored which was what happened earlier. I had two sets of guests but I can't talk to all of them at the same time because they have different interests
On the other hand, some things are simpler with fewer siblings Decisions can be made faster as there are fewer opinions to consider We easily agreed on final arrangements.
In bigger families too, they wait for everybody before things can be finalized. Is everybody coming home for the burial? Who will be in charge of what? How will everybody be transported,
In our case, division of labor is simple, /Arrangements were decided on quickly, Aside from being small in size, I guess our heads were in the right paces, We did not let emotion get the better of us,
Not yet anyway.
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On Mortality
I am in the middle of a cemetery.
Sure, it's a park There are wide open spaces covered with grass. There are trees lining the wide streets. The place is well lighted even at night. I have a cozy space with a loft, a fridge and a bathroom. Still, it's a memorial park; a cemetery.
Places like this make me think of my own death. When will it happen? How will I go? Who will be there for me?
Two nights ago, I was at a friend's wake. The priest officiating the mass talked about a fear that comes to all of us. This was about our fear of the unknown. He mentioned that many of us at the end of our lives cling to it because we don't know what happens after we die So we wish to stay in this world that is familiar to us.
The priest that anointed my mother also said something similar He said our mind keeps on fighting even as our body can no longer go on. We want to think that we continue with life but the flesh has already given up
My mother died fighting for life She tried to gulp the air. She tried to respond to our pleas.
Yet there will always be an end to this life
Sure, it's a park There are wide open spaces covered with grass. There are trees lining the wide streets. The place is well lighted even at night. I have a cozy space with a loft, a fridge and a bathroom. Still, it's a memorial park; a cemetery.
Places like this make me think of my own death. When will it happen? How will I go? Who will be there for me?
Two nights ago, I was at a friend's wake. The priest officiating the mass talked about a fear that comes to all of us. This was about our fear of the unknown. He mentioned that many of us at the end of our lives cling to it because we don't know what happens after we die So we wish to stay in this world that is familiar to us.
The priest that anointed my mother also said something similar He said our mind keeps on fighting even as our body can no longer go on. We want to think that we continue with life but the flesh has already given up
My mother died fighting for life She tried to gulp the air. She tried to respond to our pleas.
Yet there will always be an end to this life
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