perils with writing and whatnot
I would have had this posted yesterday, but by the time Hubby and I got home of Murphysboro, I had a severe case of motion sickness. At least that’s the way I was feeling. I’m not all that sure though because I’ve been the Murphysboro numerous times, and whether we go the regular way or the back way, I’ve been fine in the past. Whatever my problem was, it wiped me out for pretty much the rest of the day.
I usually speak to my mom twice a week. It used to be just once, but this last February she got a bug that landed her in the hospital and could have killed her. True, she is 89 and on her way to being 90. Almost any bug could be life-threatening at this point. She’s slowly getting her strength back, but it’s left her more alone because of not being able to get out whenever she wants. I call her to combat the loneliness.
She’s all ready to go if it’s her time though. In fact, she believes she’s gotten to that last bridge and she’s beginning to wonder what’s taking so long to cross over. The afterlife comes up in our conversations about every three weeks. Hubby, my brother, my stepbrother, and my stepsister have a ghastly time trying to understand how the two of us can talk so calmly about something to disturbing.
My mom is a devote Christian. She’s proclaimed, several times, she know exactly where she’s going when she leaves this life. I, on the other hand, am agnostic. Yet, I look forward to the adventure of the “hereafter”, instead of fearing the unknown. This could be due to having been close to death three times. I’m rather curious to see what’s there. Together, we talk about what is likely to be there and what we can’t fathom being there. We discuss our different theories about what is there. She gets on my case about not being a religious believer. of course, but she also doesn’t worry about me going to hell either.
I wonder what it is that makes some people so terrified by the thought of leaving this life. If they fear hell, that means they have a religious belief of some sort, which, in turn, means there’s a way to avoid such an awful fate at they disposal. If there is nothing after this life, it just means the body is laying in the ground or has been cremated. There isn’t any pain. Nothing is being felt. Did I hear someone whisper that isn’t the fear of the unknown? I don’t really understand that reason. After all, none of us knows what’s going to happen tomorrow, let alone after we die. Yet, we don’t fear tomorrow.
What do you think? Or are you apprehensive about discussing this subject?
Do you have something stupendous planned for this next week? I can’t say I do but I wish I did.
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