So, my dad passed on Jan 6th. He was 94. Good life, saw it coming, I’m OK.
At his funeral, a family friend told me another friend’s son Chris died New Year’s Eve. He was 36.
Two weeks ago, my aunt, my mother’s sister, died at age 96. OK; kind of expected.
While all that was going on, my Brother-in-Law’s girlfriend / soul-mate Heather had a brain aneurysm. It was bad. After 2 weeks, they did a brain scan and said there was no hope she’d ever be herself again. After a few days of soul searching, the family decided that it would be best to let her go. Three days later, Valentines Day, she passed away. She was 46.
Going to her celebration of life tomorrow. Stopped and visited my Brother in law toady. He is very sad, but not angry.
Me, I’m very fucking angry. At all of it. Especially for Chris and Heather.
Especially for Parkland, and Las Vegas and Sandy Hook, and Columbine and everywhere in between…
I was raised Catholic and feared their god and their hell when I was a boy, but I’m a grown man now. I’m not stupid enough to say there aren’t things that can’t be explained by mere mortals, but I’m pretty sure the Catholic view of the hereafter has as much chance as being true as my Power ball ticket has at winning me the big one.
I do believe in an afterlife, and if my choices are singing songs to a god for all eternity in heaven, or playing poker with friends in hell while being tormented by devils, I think I’d choose hell…
(I kind of believe we are here to learn lessons. If we have to learn more, we come back( and not necissarialy as human, depending on the lesson you need to learn; I’m expecting to be a slime mold or something similar (sea cucumber?) next).