** struuter, ** thanks for sharing the words of that song, I look forward to getting it.
I guess the answer to ‘Death…how do we cope…’ is, however we can. It isn’t ever easy, and to all of those still suffering, thanks for sharing, not just another way of coping, but as has been evidenced here, that it let’s others feel freer about opening their own hearts.
Judy
About two months into my freshman year of high school one of my two best friends died. I basically got really close to my other best friend and cut myself off from pretty much everyone else. Not the most emotionally healthy thing to do but it’s what I did. We’re both Christians so I know I’ll see her in heaven and that helps but I still miss her after two years.
Sometimes–the key is not to think of it as how we are going to deal with -death-…
but rather–how we will deal with life.
-Ashley
I tried to fix the link that went wrong, and found that somehow it’s still appending all the Straight Dope stuff, so here’s the URL:
http://www.tenletters.com/cheryl/Peter_Rosbak.html
Thanks to those who wrote letting me know.
Thank you for providing that link. Your brother was beautiful, and, it seems, you enriched each others lives. Thank you for sharing him with us.
That is one thing I don’t want to dwell upon, but in my more morbid moments I find myself wondering, which of us 4 kids will die first. It sends a shiver straight up my back. I hope it will be me first, because I couldn’t bear the thought of my brother or sisters dying.
Grimhacker, I think you are right; dying is terribly difficult for the survivors. I don’t know what I would do if any of my children die before I do.
So that son of a whore has returned…
He is hovering about my friend who is lying in hospital right now and the odds of him pulling through are not good.
I can’t envision him not making it. He has too much to live for and is much too young to allow Death to take him.
For an agnostic I have a great deal of faith that things will be okay.
My brother died at 13 when I was 10. We grew up in a rough environment and we looked to each other as allies rather than advisaries. I watched him die in the hospital and cried myself to sleep for about two months afterward. My mother died while I was an undergraduate and my father died about a year ago.
I probably don’t have the years or the wisdom to give anyone advice, but I can speak from my experience. Remember that you mourn for what you have lost, the memories that are now yours alone and the future that they will never see.
Think of how fortunate you are to have known them and to have shared their time. Remember those things which make them special to you and cherish them. Try to focus on what you have been given and not what you have lost.
Above all, remember that you are not alone.
Take care
I got up this morning not expecting to hear anything from this thread again. Feynn, my thoughts are with you and your friend.
Stranger, you have suffered much at a very young age, and it seems to have made you wise. Thank you.