Jul 11, 2014 18:51
Last Wednesday night I got the phone call that my grandfather had passed away just moments before.
In Islam, they believe there is no attachment to the body - once dead, the body yearns to become one with the earth. Until the body is buried, the soul will remain in pain. The funeral was the next day. Open casket. I was the only one who wouldnt go up to it.
My sister explained to me that when someone dies their soul doesnt know where to go yet, so it hovers above the body for awhile - that it's important to go up to the body so the soul can know youre there and say goodbye. But there was no way I was going to go up to the casket.
In Islam, the body gets removed from the coffin when it is buried, so it can literally grow one with earth. I like that.
The whole day ran like a Salinger short story. It is weird to think of my grandfather in the ground. And I am having a hard time with it.
I want to chop more of my hair off. I wish I had no hair.
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