On death.

To lighten up the mood in advance, here's a screenshot of John Green's adorably adorable bundle of adorable, with appropriate caption:

Now down to business.

Today, I arrived, for the first time in a while, at the conclusion that I have not experienced death in any manner. This has been a reoccurring thought, but I've never really delved into it that much. One of my uncles passed when I was 4, and I remember being sad that everyone else was sad. But I was 4 when this happened, so I can only remember the vaguest of details. Oh, and my goldfish died when I was 8. But I didn't even care then.

My concern about death that just surfaced today is this: when someone does die that's close to me, I'm not going to know exactly how to go about handling it. I haven't been exposed to it nearly enough as a kid to have become desensitized towards death when I'm fully aware of what's happening.

But is this a good thing? Perhaps it's good that when this happens (and I hate the fact that I'm using the word 'when' here), I'll be able to express myself thoroughly instead of my emotions being half-hearted. Death is a horrible, horrible thing. And moving on's equally horrible. It seems like death is all about repression, and the mere thought of repressing someone's legacy out of my head is messed. No, repression is a terrible way to go about doing things... the Latin Americans of the world are doing it right, having a Day of The Dead. Maybe I'll join them in that from now on. It makes a lot more sense to me than just occasionally remembering the person, and never celebrating their life post-funeral. The celebration part's what I feel like I'm gonna be missing out on.

So that's that.

~-~