The same old woman who told me she, “went to bed 49 (years old) and woke up 60”, in later years, said, “Don’t forget me.”, which was understood to mean, after she passes from this life. With only half a life lived, it seemed odd to hear someone older say such a thing. She had always been such a strong, proper woman, and here was this…emotion.
How do you explain to someone that you couldn’t POSSIBLY forget them, and, having common beliefs, it should be only a temporary parting? At that moment, it was obvious that, even folks “ready” for the end of this life, are….apprehensive, even scared! That has got to be…….an annoyance.
What if…….something “bad” happens to someone else, and, even though a person IS willing to help, maybe they don’t help because of some perceived threat of the end of their existence. Yeah…it’s like this…how many people are willing to take a homeless person….for supper (much less home)? One percent of us? Less? There must be so very many situations with similar “concerns”.
Thankfully, most death “survivors” have no such dilemma. These individuals tend to think more like, what is the worst that could happen? ……………………..Staying down here until you’re 110 years old would seem to make sense, as the worst, from that perspective.
Don’t forget me.
To begin with….do you know….say….every job your father has ever held, EVER. How about….how long your grandfather held the job he had when your (parent) was born? OK, try this, your great-grandfathers’ middle name? Presumably this means you won’t know HIS fathers’ middle name either, huh? Most people won’t. One more….name any five of the laborers who helped build the Egyptian pyramids. The point? We will all be forgotten, in this life, it’s just a matter of how long it takes. So….it’s certainly not worth worrying about.
From a death survivors’ point of view, most of the “stuff” we do is a waste. When it comes to…how do I say this….big…to-do’s, like, death processions, and talking, in public, extra nice about the deceased…..it’s a grand WASTE. That person is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO far away from here, AND, (whether they know it’s being done, or not) THEY DON’T CARE, one billionth of an iota…whatever that is. Justice WILL happen, as they now have seen, and life was just a wisp from a forgotten dream. It wouldn’t be Heaven, if you’re watching what’s going on “down here”. Right? Am I right?
Don’t forget me? Forget it! We’ll meet again, in what seems to be mere moments.