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Thanks folks
Jan. 29th, 2008 03:26 pmThank you to everyone who dropped in with condolences.
Oddly, I feel very little. Not in the sense of numbness, but rather, death always seems to have little impact on me emotionally. Not none, but very little. I don't get sad or depressed or anything. I tend to attribute this to my French-Canadian American upbringing. With the assurances that the deceased have "gone to a better world" and the entire attitude of the people around me, it never seemed to be something to get upset about. Death happens. You live with it.
If you've ever been to a Franco wake, you'd see what I mean. It's something of a social occasion. Yes, there are some quiet tears here and there and plenty of saying of the rosary, but this tends to be a backdrop to some quiet socializing. Sometimes not so quiet, although rarely boisterous.
As one co-worker once put it, "The French Laugh and funerals and cry at weddings. Because at the funeral, well, the pain has ended, while at the wedding ..."
At my mother's wake, my aunt were more concerned about whether the young woman I was with was my girlfriend than with how I was dealing with my mother's death. (About the third iteration, we finally asked each other the same question and came to the conclusion that in fact we were dating. That was my ex-wife.)
Anyway, I do appreciate your support. Take care of yourselves.
Oddly, I feel very little. Not in the sense of numbness, but rather, death always seems to have little impact on me emotionally. Not none, but very little. I don't get sad or depressed or anything. I tend to attribute this to my French-Canadian American upbringing. With the assurances that the deceased have "gone to a better world" and the entire attitude of the people around me, it never seemed to be something to get upset about. Death happens. You live with it.
If you've ever been to a Franco wake, you'd see what I mean. It's something of a social occasion. Yes, there are some quiet tears here and there and plenty of saying of the rosary, but this tends to be a backdrop to some quiet socializing. Sometimes not so quiet, although rarely boisterous.
As one co-worker once put it, "The French Laugh and funerals and cry at weddings. Because at the funeral, well, the pain has ended, while at the wedding ..."
At my mother's wake, my aunt were more concerned about whether the young woman I was with was my girlfriend than with how I was dealing with my mother's death. (About the third iteration, we finally asked each other the same question and came to the conclusion that in fact we were dating. That was my ex-wife.)
Anyway, I do appreciate your support. Take care of yourselves.
