I often wonder if it was my upbringing that leaves me feeling a little (a lot, really) rudderless when it comes to dealing with death. My family is not religious, and furthermore my Mom witnessed her little brother getting killed in the road by a car when she was a child. She was eight, he was five, and it traumatized her in a way that caused her to obsess her whole life about death and terrible things happening. But, without religion, we have no "life after death" belief to cushion the concept of mortality, and I have to say it always has and always will freak me out, I think. I think the only reason I might ever wish to have a strong religious belief would be to alleviate that fear of death.
You have so much balance and poise when it comes to your mortality...it's enviable.
As is your resistance to cake! :-) Me, I guess I'm a bit of a hedonist (but then, if you ever tasted a Dessert Deli cake you might become a hedonist too!).
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Date: 2006-09-26 08:18 am (UTC)You have so much balance and poise when it comes to your mortality...it's enviable.
As is your resistance to cake! :-) Me, I guess I'm a bit of a hedonist (but then, if you ever tasted a Dessert Deli cake you might become a hedonist too!).