11-21-2015, 12:06 AM
I was at the funeral home tonight for the death of my wife's sister. Her uncle addressed me, speaking of life being too short, and speaking also for myself about "our dying." I matter-of-factly corrected him, "I'm not going to die."
After showing expression of surprise, he went on a minute or so about the prospects of living eternally and how miserable life is... etc. I did not say anything. Then, as if wiping the slate clean, he asked me about the thoughts on my death.
I replied, "I answered that already," and walked away.
I was with people I did not much care for. I was easily reserved. I did not put on the 'usual' societal faces. I was myself. I don't ever remember being myself before in such loaded societal environs. It felt good to have such control.
After showing expression of surprise, he went on a minute or so about the prospects of living eternally and how miserable life is... etc. I did not say anything. Then, as if wiping the slate clean, he asked me about the thoughts on my death.
I replied, "I answered that already," and walked away.
I was with people I did not much care for. I was easily reserved. I did not put on the 'usual' societal faces. I was myself. I don't ever remember being myself before in such loaded societal environs. It felt good to have such control.