Since I finished my pathfinder story, I've rally been missing Tiffany, aka crazypagangurl, who was a big help in the making of the tale.
Rest in peace, my friend.
I'm missing Tiffany
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Death is such an...
...interesting concept.
And how we as individuals deal with it, even more so.
I realize that quite a few of the regular people here on BC is on the older side of the spectrum. 60 and older, and most of you have in all likelihood dealt with your fair share of death, family, friends, loved ones, partners...
When it comes to death I was thrown into the deep end of dealing with it quite young. I am turning 47 this year, but by 38 I had already dealt with so many death of the closest friends and some dearly beloved, one would find it is not even ridiculous any more. And this happened through all different ways, 4 by cancer, 4 by murder/suicide ( two couples where the husband shot the wife and then himself), 3 by car accidents, 2 by heart attacks, 1 by AIDS and one by a very rare brain virus. I also had the honour of having being blamed for the suicide of one of my student whom I helped with drug addiction. There was one year ( 2007 ) that 16 people I knew died in. Of those 16, 10 was good to close friends.
So I have had the full spectrum of dealing with death, even my own, a few time. Dealing with sudden death, long drawn out illness deaths, suicide, homicide and car wrecks. This has probably made me quite glib and hard towards feeling much if anything when I hear of death. It is after all just another moment in time for all those who did not die.
Being an atheist also makes me, maybe, slightly more detached from the impact of death, if one accepts that all things, including this whole universe, and everything that happens in it, is just so totally random. No real deeper meaning, it just is what it is, a random event taking place in a life of random events... sorry I am rambling.
What I was getting to though is this, creative people, writers, poets, artists never really say goodbye to those who have died. For whenever we allow ourselves to delve into our imaginations and use our memory we can visit those who have passed in vivid dreams and visions, so death as a concept is just small inconvenience in a way, and a full on open doorway to interact with the dead whenever I choose to.
So when you miss someone visit them with the tools of your creative self. It is truly a powerful way to interact with the dead.
but it is the rare moments of beauty and peace
in between the chaos,
That makes it worth living."
- Tertia Hill
That was both beautiful and
That was both beautiful and sad
I'm sorry you and your friends have been through all that, and I'm glad you're still going strong.
Your words do have some truth in them, I'd wager:
It's been almost three months since the death of Stan Lee, and I still see posts and pictures of him a lot. He lives inside us, in our memories. He hasn't really gone anywhere.
I didn't know Crazypagangurl, other than from reading a couple of her stories. But I can see she still lives with you all, with Dorothy, and with others who knew her well. She's still here in some way.
Don't blame me, it was my cat!
I miss her too.
I miss her too.
I hate not reading her comments, she is a great person who "got" a lot of what some of us were trying to say in our stories. It's tough going on without her.
I'm told STFU more times in a day than most people get told in a lifetime
Circle Of Life
I miss her as well, but like everyone knows, death is part of life. Every time someone dies a new life is brought into this world. Just believe she has gone onto a better place or she might have been reborn into a new body matching what she has always felt she was or should had been. She will be missed always.
If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
― Toni Morrison