You can imagine the surprise on my face when i was given an assignment to write a paper on how i would be buried. At first it didnt seem too serious, being that i hardly read the question and just tucked the sheet away into my bag.
Now it was time to complete the assignment and i realized ..."oh my gosh, this something really crazy, how am i supposed to describe my death and burial? such a depressing topic.
After asking my dad how he would plan my funeral and what i would most likely be buried with; and him freaking out on me because he refused to imagine that i would have to die, i knew i had to do some deeper thinking. Who can blame my dad for finding this topic inappropriate. He had lost both his parents, Papa who i met briefly as a child and mama who i never met, and to make matters worse, his friends son had just died and the horrifying state of this friend completely drove him into panic for the lives of his own kids.
No body likes to think of death even though it is bound to happen someday. Finishing this assignment was like ending a war without a loss except you had lost even though it seems you won.
Terrible, Terrible realization .....I am actually going to leave this world someday.
what have i done with my life? i still have so much to do. There's a plan for everyone's life. Hopefully my plans come to pass before that day.
This is what i found out. People from Ghana sometimes get buried with matches to light fires in the afterlife.
Being that i have never been to a funeral before and i havent lost any one close to me, except one Uncle who broke this trend, it was hard for me to feel the emotional stress of death and what it does to people.
It not something i would like to know, because it's such a difficult emotion to endure but not knowing how its like makes me feel like when i finally do, it will hit me like "golf ball thrown at my forehead" ( a term i used in one of my creative writing classes, apparently, it doesnt sound intense enough).
For now, i hope i get an A in that paper. Death is not an easy topic no matter how "dark' you are. Describing your own death is even tougher. I hope i never have to do it again.
It is hard to write about something that is foreign to us. Of course death is an enemy, the younger we are. As we get older, we come to accept the reality of it and it seems to be less forboding. I just respect you for making the attempt to write the paper. I'm choosing to concentrate on living right now. Death will intervene on that when God is ready to take me home. Please come and visit my blogs if you have time, God bless, Dr. Bobbi
ReplyDeleteThank you INSIDE THE SHRINK, i think focusing on life right now is a good idea too. I will visit your blog sometime soon. Thanks for the comment
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