Guru
06-04-2007, 11:45 AM
Just a note and request of your thoughts on the subject.
A lifelong friend of my Mother's passed away on Saturday. Indeed she was like an Aunt to me since my Mother had no sisters. They were across-the-pasture friends for the last 60-something years; since the age of being able to walk and talk. They are / were both 72.
Growing up in rural Mississippi from that time made a lot of things different. Mama says she has a lot of friends but the one that passed away the other day was her True Friend.
The kink in the chain is that Mama's friend chose to be cremated. She passed on Saturday night, there will be no other gathering of any kind or service until this coming Friday and it will be a short service at one of the little churches out here in the woods.
I don't know of the feelings others that are close are having now about this and don't want to ask any of the relatives or my Mother because I don't want to set her off again but I am having a deep emptiness about all of it.
To me it's kind of like ... clap off, she just is gone and there is no gathering to visit with lifelong friends, relatives, aquaintences.
No fond discussions of "remember when" with various 3-4 person gatherings by the coffee pot in the break room of the sanctuary. No observations of "My look how little Johnny and Susie have grown since last time". No "I remember when she and I jumped off in the pond while Daddy was plowing". No hallways lined with flowers; the family just suggested donations to the American Cancer Society. No last view of her to come. No necessary moaning and gnashing of teeth ...
I am just filled with a horrible light switch effect. Ok, so she was part of daily life, and then she got sick, and then we visited shamelessly and talked on the phone more than usual and as of this second ... Poof! ... that is just the end of that, nothing more.
The great Southern death is approached slightly different by all groups here in the South. Each religion has a little twist on it; each ethnic group has their way of doing it to. But by and large we do it mostly the same.
Dying here in the South is very important business. We need our pomp and posturing, huge columns of obituaries, tears must be shed in groups and very soon. I feel like somebody just closed the door in my face of life and a sign was hung on it saying "Move along, that is all, nothing to see here."
Your thoughts?
A lifelong friend of my Mother's passed away on Saturday. Indeed she was like an Aunt to me since my Mother had no sisters. They were across-the-pasture friends for the last 60-something years; since the age of being able to walk and talk. They are / were both 72.
Growing up in rural Mississippi from that time made a lot of things different. Mama says she has a lot of friends but the one that passed away the other day was her True Friend.
The kink in the chain is that Mama's friend chose to be cremated. She passed on Saturday night, there will be no other gathering of any kind or service until this coming Friday and it will be a short service at one of the little churches out here in the woods.
I don't know of the feelings others that are close are having now about this and don't want to ask any of the relatives or my Mother because I don't want to set her off again but I am having a deep emptiness about all of it.
To me it's kind of like ... clap off, she just is gone and there is no gathering to visit with lifelong friends, relatives, aquaintences.
No fond discussions of "remember when" with various 3-4 person gatherings by the coffee pot in the break room of the sanctuary. No observations of "My look how little Johnny and Susie have grown since last time". No "I remember when she and I jumped off in the pond while Daddy was plowing". No hallways lined with flowers; the family just suggested donations to the American Cancer Society. No last view of her to come. No necessary moaning and gnashing of teeth ...
I am just filled with a horrible light switch effect. Ok, so she was part of daily life, and then she got sick, and then we visited shamelessly and talked on the phone more than usual and as of this second ... Poof! ... that is just the end of that, nothing more.
The great Southern death is approached slightly different by all groups here in the South. Each religion has a little twist on it; each ethnic group has their way of doing it to. But by and large we do it mostly the same.
Dying here in the South is very important business. We need our pomp and posturing, huge columns of obituaries, tears must be shed in groups and very soon. I feel like somebody just closed the door in my face of life and a sign was hung on it saying "Move along, that is all, nothing to see here."
Your thoughts?