tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post8466658433471439888..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: The colour of deathElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-87422763564863923072014-05-16T18:47:28.583+10:002014-05-16T18:47:28.583+10:00Death. It leaves such a peaceful image on the pers...Death. It leaves such a peaceful image on the person gone. It must be a relief if stresses of life, of pain. Why fear it? It is all because we were taught fear . We were not born afraid. Pity that religion teaches fear. Love is better. I am looking forward to peace when the day comes for me.<br />Till then I hope daily life will carry on routinely.Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16174142810114806410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-23138789679952209172014-04-20T14:01:52.943+10:002014-04-20T14:01:52.943+10:00I have not been to many funerals. More funerals th...I have not been to many funerals. More funerals than weddings. More weddings than christenings. I don’t remember my first but I do remember whose funeral it was and I remember a kind of enthusiasm running through me although at the time I didn’t realise this was the writer in me stirring. Now it doesn’t matter what the situation, who’s dying or what; I feel him step to the side and begin observing and recording allowing only a part of me to participate in the proceedings. The funeral that jumps to mind after reading your post was one I went to at <a href="http://goo.gl/VJP3J3" rel="nofollow">Hawkhill Cemetery, Stevenston</a>. I forget who’d died. But she was religious and all the attendees were of a similar persuasion. What puzzled me at the time—and still does to some extent—was the outpouring of grief; some of the women were bordering on the inconsolable. And I didn’t get that. I got that they’d miss her but she’d made it, she remained “faithful unto death” (Rev. 2:10) and was guaranteed—guar-en-teed—her reward so this should have been a time for rejoicing. It made me wonder about the faith of these women who were sobbing so.<br /><br />I don’t fear death. I have no romantic notions about it. I don’t believe that when I die I’ll find out if I was right or wrong to quit my faith. Death is a release. I won’t hurt anymore. Granted I’m not in agony and you do get used to pain after a while but it would be nice not to hurt. I hurt right now. My neck, my back, my legs from going out yesterday, my right eye, my head, my knees from the weight of the board and laptop and if I got up and moved around a bit I’m sure other things would hurt too. Christ knows what state I’ll be in if I survive until ninety if this is me at fifty-four. But for all I don’t fear death I’m in no rush to die. Not as long as my life has meaning and purpose.<br /><br />I’ve never known anyone who was nearing death. My parents both dropped dead. Their deaths were unexpected. I knew they’d die someday or other but I hadn’t quite got to the stage of imagining a world without them in it. And then suddenly it was there, first my dad and then my mum. With Dad it was a heart attack, his second (the first was when I was thirteen); Mum died of pneumonia which was a blessing because she had cancer and it would’ve been a miserable and protracted death and I was glad she didn’t have to go through that and that I didn’t have to watch her go through it. Every time the phone rings nowadays I wonder if it’s Carrie’s brother with the news that one of their parents has died. Mostly it’s people wanting to sell me double glazing, also an unwelcome call. Thankfully the payment protection insurance calls have dried up. If there is a hell and I end up there it’ll probably be a call centre and I’ll be forced to make those calls for the rest of eternity.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-22982327092719849132014-04-20T03:01:00.846+10:002014-04-20T03:01:00.846+10:00There are two universals in life: birth and death....There are two universals in life: birth and death. Some could (and have) thrown in taxes. <br /><br />My faith has taught me not to fear death (thought sometimes Christian preaching has done the opposite). The fear of that which is beyond our control is a bit unhealthy, perhaps, at any time. <br /><br />I hope your mum can rest well, and die peacefully. It is the same wish I have for everyone.<br /><br />Blessings and Bear hugs!Rob-bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00171692478879522588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-82052947962546338482014-04-19T06:02:50.856+10:002014-04-19T06:02:50.856+10:00Enjoyed, as usual. I've always thought life an...Enjoyed, as usual. I've always thought life and death would be easier for those who could just believe. They were some how luckier than me, not having to having to reason or find at least a few facts to help figure the big questions in life out.. But I think your observation here is right. It may be easier without the conflicting stories and some one’s opinion judging what happens in the end. <br />Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-58901635899028973882014-04-18T23:07:57.452+10:002014-04-18T23:07:57.452+10:00Life goes on. Aye, there's the rub.
Even mor...Life goes on. Aye, there's the rub.<br /><br />Even more certain than taxes is death. I hate tax, as do most of us, but death is THE inevitable part of life and, unlike tax, cannot be avoided or evaded so why be scared of death?<br /><br />I feel sorry for your Mum being so afraid of death because of her belief in her religion. But then again 'religion' has much to answer for, that's why I steer well clear of any and all of it.PhilipHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811831703263176415noreply@blogger.com