NobbyNobbs
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I suddenly understand the need of some people for the belief in an afterlife.
My wife's cousin died a couple months ago. He was 67, but you wouldn't know it by looking at him. Peak of health, manual labor every day, fresh air, exercise, eating healthy. He drank and smoke a bit too much, but no one worried.
Then, one morning, a heart attack. With absolutely no warning, he was gone.
(I should mention, he's more than just my wife's cousin. He was also married to her godmother, and they both became dear friends of ours. I very much enjoyed his company.)
So, every now and then, I get a pang of remorse. Usually it happens at work, since what I do is something he'd be very interested in. I got one of those pangs just now, and realized that his death still doesn't seem real. It seems like he's just gone away for an extended period of time, and I'm sure to see him again eventually.
I know this is not the case, but the feeling is so strong that I can easily see how it would translate into a belief that yes, he has gone somewhere, he still retains consciousness, and I will eventually see him.
I can completely see why people believe in an afterlife. It's a defense mechanism, against grief.
Unfortunately, I choose to remain rational. I say unfortunate, because it leaves me to deal with my grief in a harder way.
But I think that from now on, I may have a little more empathy for some of those who believe in an afterlife.
My wife's cousin died a couple months ago. He was 67, but you wouldn't know it by looking at him. Peak of health, manual labor every day, fresh air, exercise, eating healthy. He drank and smoke a bit too much, but no one worried.
Then, one morning, a heart attack. With absolutely no warning, he was gone.
(I should mention, he's more than just my wife's cousin. He was also married to her godmother, and they both became dear friends of ours. I very much enjoyed his company.)
So, every now and then, I get a pang of remorse. Usually it happens at work, since what I do is something he'd be very interested in. I got one of those pangs just now, and realized that his death still doesn't seem real. It seems like he's just gone away for an extended period of time, and I'm sure to see him again eventually.
I know this is not the case, but the feeling is so strong that I can easily see how it would translate into a belief that yes, he has gone somewhere, he still retains consciousness, and I will eventually see him.
I can completely see why people believe in an afterlife. It's a defense mechanism, against grief.
Unfortunately, I choose to remain rational. I say unfortunate, because it leaves me to deal with my grief in a harder way.
But I think that from now on, I may have a little more empathy for some of those who believe in an afterlife.