death and religion

[sennasilver]

Disclaimer: If you disagree with anything, feel free to do so. Just don't yell at me about it. I'm unlikely to change my mind. Nor am I attempting to be calloused or unfeeling. I'm just feeling in a different way.

I don't understand about 90% of modern day western practices concerning death. I find them... excessive and altogether too mournful.

Comments

[robynofhthood]

I would agree with Sarah I mourn the dead not because I fear where they will go but I miss their presence here and I mourn for those who will feel the loss more then me. I have no doubt my father will go on to another place but I do not fear his fate. He is a good man and he will serve whatever higher being well. No I do not fear what will happen. I fear the loss of him. Someday not being able to call him when I need him. Same thing with Alyse. I fear not having her in my life. No matter how my religon hangs I do not fear what happens to them but I mourn as I reap the loss of them in this world.
If someone moved away even if to a better place do you not feel a tiny pain with the loss of thier company? I am no great beleive that I will cognitivly meet them again so I must mourn with our final parting.
Perhaps mourning to me is a selfish thing. That I can not rejoice in a better world because I feel my own loss to great. Selfish I will give you. It is not of fear though. That is not the reason I mourn the loss of others.
Many societies even those that celebrate death later will mourn right after the fact. Most have a period though much smaller where they will mourn the loss before recounting the joys of the departed fate.

[sennasilver]

I am classifying mourning and sadness as two different things. To me mourning is the whole process of a funeral service throughout which everyone is sobbing. I refer to the spirit that is behind wearing black for long periods of time (I know we don't do that anymore, but the ideas behind it still persist)

My ex-boyfriend and one of my best friends left this summer for Japan for four years. I cried in his arms for a good ten minutes, but when it was over, it was over. The truth is, I may never see him again. But he's doing something good and he's happy. I'm not worried about him. That's what I feel death is like.