i read joelbear's post about his friend's daughter dying. what a very sad story. ((((joelbear)))) i'm truly sorry. i was angered not only that such a young life was lost...but, that the last part of her life was marred with the horrid experience of judgement and shunning. it makes me completely ill.
when i hear of someone dying before they have lived, it scares me. it makes me wonder why am i still here and will i be tomorrow?
i know the subject of funerals has probably been touched on many times. but, i guess i wanted to ask you...do you ever think about your own funeral. and if so, who's there? and more importantly do you care?
i do not wish to make light of the sorrow and sadness that we all have experienced when someone we love so much leaves. but, it pisses me off that those of us who devoted our entire lives to a religous organization end up with no one at our funeral.
why can't i have my funeral while i'm alive and invite who ever i wanted? even if you don't know me, you could come and tell me how great i was and what a difference i made in your life. we could play games guessing when and how i will die. i'll laugh and cry...but, at least i'll know i didn't die alone. -whip