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TheUnthoughtKnown

I attended the funeral of my grandmother's sister on Wednesday. Like everyone else, I hate funerals but I can't seem to shake this one off. It hammered home the ultimately pointless nature of life. A whole extended family were there, who only ever see each other at weddings and funerals. When we all gather and catch up, there's this horrible hollow feeling to it. Each and every one of us went our separate ways, and save for literally 2 people there I won't see any of them again till the next funeral.

 

Death is something I fear every day. It motivates me and paralyses me. It can happen at any moment. That'll be it. All the connections I've made, the people I love and have loved, the passions I have, the life I've built: none of it will matter at all in the end. What's the point? There'll be nothing for me, for any of us, in th end.

 

Just a funeral full of family who don't know each other.

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