Rebecca
My sister is going through some stuff, I guess. And she doesn't want my mom to tell me anything, and doesn't call me herself. I could call her. I have my own problems though, and frankly...I'm starting to accept that my sister is a manipulative bitch, so...I think I might be fine just leaving it be.
Dad is dead. Gone. Final. That's it. He is no more.
It's rather strange to think about it. This person who I knew will never show up in my life again. I'm not sad about that, just... It's a little mindblowing.
Funny, I haven't really faced death much before. Except the possibility of my own, but that's...not the same thing.
When you truly think about it, though, death is a terrifying thing.
Peaceful? Maybe. But you just can't be sure. No one can. No one has lived to talk about it.
The great unknown. Cold and final. Darkness. Nothingness. Emptiness.
Scary.
For some reason, my dad keeps showing up in my dreams. Over and over. Clearly, my mind is processing something. Memories, I guess. But it's not like they're sad dreams, or anything. Hell, in my dream last night he was fairly happy, and he was with Star, a dog we had when I was growing up. They both seemed happy, I guess.
I don't think he's in hell, for what it's worth. Don't believe in hell. I think he's going to take some time to reflect on things...see what he did in this life...see the pain he caused, see the mistakes he made, and learn from them in the next life. He'll be reincarnated, I believe. Maybe as a human, maybe as a bird or something, I don't know.
But that's what I think happens. I can't believe in a hateful god. What a horrible thought. I do believe in something. I just can't know what.
Whatever. I'm rambling.
Dad is dead. Gone. Final. That's it. He is no more.
It's rather strange to think about it. This person who I knew will never show up in my life again. I'm not sad about that, just... It's a little mindblowing.
Funny, I haven't really faced death much before. Except the possibility of my own, but that's...not the same thing.
When you truly think about it, though, death is a terrifying thing.
Peaceful? Maybe. But you just can't be sure. No one can. No one has lived to talk about it.
The great unknown. Cold and final. Darkness. Nothingness. Emptiness.
Scary.
For some reason, my dad keeps showing up in my dreams. Over and over. Clearly, my mind is processing something. Memories, I guess. But it's not like they're sad dreams, or anything. Hell, in my dream last night he was fairly happy, and he was with Star, a dog we had when I was growing up. They both seemed happy, I guess.
I don't think he's in hell, for what it's worth. Don't believe in hell. I think he's going to take some time to reflect on things...see what he did in this life...see the pain he caused, see the mistakes he made, and learn from them in the next life. He'll be reincarnated, I believe. Maybe as a human, maybe as a bird or something, I don't know.
But that's what I think happens. I can't believe in a hateful god. What a horrible thought. I do believe in something. I just can't know what.
Whatever. I'm rambling.