I’ve always been terrified of death. For me, the idea of suddenly no longer being able to talk to a loved one is unthinkable. How am I supposed to prepare myself for such profound sadness?
I think we all experience grief and mourning in our own way. People tend to stay by a dying person’s bedside, crying as they imagine what life will be like without them. I prefer to crack jokes and reminisce about the good times, letting them know just how much of a difference they’ve made in our lives and what a wonderful life they’ve had.
I hope she leaves us with serenity and peace. More than anything, I want her to be at peace and proud of what she’s accomplished.
I know it’s hard to do, but I’m trying.
What if I want my last memory of my grandmother to be walking into the hall we rented for Christmas and catching a glimpse of her in her leather outfit, watching her dance with a smile on her face?
What if I wanted to remember my grandfather as that man who would jump and swear while laughing when we pretended to tickle him?
Does that make me a bad person?
I’m fully aware of what’s going on. Nevertheless, I believe that people shouldn’t leave us in tears and sadness. Whether they have two days, six months, or three years left with us, shouldn’t they spend them laughing and enjoying the time they have left?