This past week was a hard one at that. With the passing of a classmate and then the school shooting in Connecticut, I wish that I had some sort of deep and profound words, but then again, don't we all. Here in a rather dark post I will give my take on death and the light at the end of the tunnel.
I'll come out and say that I haven't had much personal experience with death. All of my grandparents and one of my great-grandparents are still living. The only other two great-grandparents I knew died when I was in the first few years of elementary school. Before the second of them died, my mom had gone out east to visit one last time. She called with the news and my dad told me. From what I can remember I really didn't have any initial reaction. It wasn't until after my sister got emotional that I felt more. It is hard to predict your response to death, and thinking about others dying is just depressing.
In our society death is always something that is feared. However, this fear is more or less only an enlarged child-like fear of the dark. Both are the fear of the unknown, but in one case there is a light-switch available. I am not sure if this fear that we have is warranted. I know there have been times when I have both feared, and not feared death, but if it is listed behind public speaking, like it often is, I should be alright.
I don't have much to say about David and the events in Connecticut. Both cases are very sad, but I don't have much of a connection to either. They are not much, but my condolences go to families and friends in both cases. It's not that I'm an emotionless robot, but I don't show much as a result of death, so I sit here typing stone-faced about these events claiming that I'm sad.
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