The subject is
morbid, especially on this season, but it seems to be on everyone’s mind this
year.
We for some
reason remember birthdays (or celebrations of birth) but don’t remember death
dates unless they are around a holiday.
Now I’m not an
expert on death because I haven’t been there yet. I’ve had a few deaths in my
timeline and a few times should have followed the light but didn’t. I’ve held
death, listen to death, seen death happen and even had to pay for death.
Like most
kids, a death in the family was never discussed or at least around us. Uncle
Fred just didn’t show up at the family reunion because he killed himself in the
garage or there is a picture of a guy in the family album but he didn’t come
back from the war.
My first
experience with death was a friend of mine from elementary school. We were
swimming together at the country club pool using our diving mask and diving to
the bottom, touching it then turning back up for air. Just stuff little boys do
while their moms are on the golf course or clubhouse. My friend’s mask got
caught in a suction grate and he drowned. There was a big church funeral and
the entire class dressed up and sat in pews listening to whatever they were
talking about while his body was laid out before us. Girls in my class were
sobbing and everyone wore black. There were no grief consoling or even private
talks from the parents about what had happened. There was just I can’t call
Jack to come out to play anymore.
There are a
lot of industries built on death. Religion for one is based on believing in and
paying dues to whichever God you choose because they have scared the pooh-pooh
out of you preaching about heaven or hell. Then there are the undertakers who
prepare the body for the after-life in yet another pagan ritual.
So maybe this
season between the eating and wrapping and drinking and watching the big game,
take out the family album and tell your children about their relatives. If any
of your family had illnesses this is a good time to discuss that for further
health reasons because so many of us don’t know.
Whatever you
decide to tell your children about when grandma died and was called back to
heaven or even nightly prayers like “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the
Lord my soul to keep, and if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to
take”; kids need to know there is an end to life. Teach them to appreciate it
everyday and they will learn to enjoy the gift they have.
Me? Oh I’ve
made my deal with the maker. Everyday will stop and stand still and look
around. Each day is different and nature changes its rhythm only to be
appreciated once.
And if I die
before I wake?
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Frank Zappa will say, "Where you BEEN, man?"
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