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xansMy grandfather passed away yesterday. About 4pm central, I think. This was not unexpected, as he had been fighting cancer for the last few years, and entered hospice care mere days ago. I'm glad to hear that when he died he wasn't in any pain, and was looking forward to his homegoing with Jesus.
...even if the Christianity stuff isn't my thing. He was ready to go, and that's all we can ask for.
I didn't want to post this one my facebook because I like to keep that full of mostly light-hearted things. And if I'm honest, while it's sad to lose another grandparent, just as I didn't feel the need to cry when Grandma Henderson passed away nearly 14 years ago, I don't really feel grief over the passing of Grandpa McFarland.
I find it a bit odd, but I never seem to feel deeply affected by death. Whenever someone I've known dies, it often seems to be someone that I haven't seen for many years, or I know to be elderly or ill, and rarely does someone's death come as a shock. And yet even when mum told me of childhood friend just 11 months older than me dying at age 14 of accidental overdose, I don't recall deep grief. I don't know if it's merely my pragmatic view on life, and that death comes as a part of it, that I don't seem to find myself getting overly upset. Or possibly that all the people I've known, none so far have been of my closest circle of loved ones, and whether seperated by distance or time, the finality that I will never see or talk to the deceased lacks the impact I might be expected to feel.
Am I weird? I think it's weird, but I can't help the way I (don't) feel.
Fin.
...even if the Christianity stuff isn't my thing. He was ready to go, and that's all we can ask for.
I didn't want to post this one my facebook because I like to keep that full of mostly light-hearted things. And if I'm honest, while it's sad to lose another grandparent, just as I didn't feel the need to cry when Grandma Henderson passed away nearly 14 years ago, I don't really feel grief over the passing of Grandpa McFarland.
I find it a bit odd, but I never seem to feel deeply affected by death. Whenever someone I've known dies, it often seems to be someone that I haven't seen for many years, or I know to be elderly or ill, and rarely does someone's death come as a shock. And yet even when mum told me of childhood friend just 11 months older than me dying at age 14 of accidental overdose, I don't recall deep grief. I don't know if it's merely my pragmatic view on life, and that death comes as a part of it, that I don't seem to find myself getting overly upset. Or possibly that all the people I've known, none so far have been of my closest circle of loved ones, and whether seperated by distance or time, the finality that I will never see or talk to the deceased lacks the impact I might be expected to feel.
Am I weird? I think it's weird, but I can't help the way I (don't) feel.
Fin.