Seeing someone dying is a surreal experience. One moment you see them as a a full of life person, then in the next laid out on a hospital bed, with anove drugs being pumped into them to knockout a water buffalo.
I watched my grandmother,at the time my best friend, battle stomach cancer. Its strange towards the end its almost as if the person knows their not going to make it. I remember my grandmother walking in to the guest room of her house and asking me "if anything happens to me will you watch out for you mom ?" at that point I knew something was wrong. At first I saw her take on death head-on with a unflinching attitude.But As time pressed on I could see her will be broken. I think it had to be at the point when she was in a wheelchair. That she depended on everyone around her, that she couldn't take care of herself.
When a person knows their dying it seems that they try to get everything in order, As if their last moments are used in putting back the broken pieces of glass which are their life. I believe that as a society, we ignore death .I know I do, after seeing my grandma dying I tryed to find every loop hole of avoiding death. I guess is way tho by doing this we ourselves of all the lessons that dying and illness can teach us. We ignore the reality that death is as much a part of life as birth.
I watched my grandmother,at the time my best friend, battle stomach cancer. Its strange towards the end its almost as if the person knows their not going to make it. I remember my grandmother walking in to the guest room of her house and asking me "if anything happens to me will you watch out for you mom ?" at that point I knew something was wrong. At first I saw her take on death head-on with a unflinching attitude.But As time pressed on I could see her will be broken. I think it had to be at the point when she was in a wheelchair. That she depended on everyone around her, that she couldn't take care of herself.
When a person knows their dying it seems that they try to get everything in order, As if their last moments are used in putting back the broken pieces of glass which are their life. I believe that as a society, we ignore death .I know I do, after seeing my grandma dying I tryed to find every loop hole of avoiding death. I guess is way tho by doing this we ourselves of all the lessons that dying and illness can teach us. We ignore the reality that death is as much a part of life as birth.
Your #27 post on visiting a sick person was very insightful. Personally i could connect with a grandparent being ill. I felt that one of the stronger areas of your post was when you stated that people try to avoid death. I found this sentence; “As if their last moments are used to putting back the broken pieces glass which are their life” very interesting. You brought to my attention that most people avoid dying for so long there is so much to fix before they are gone. Majority of the time there is to much to put back together because of the lack of preparation for death.
ReplyDeleteThe blog you posted was... theres no words in describing how I felt about that. It was just so real. I mean we as a society really try and look the other way when it comes to death, and we do this because we are afraid of looking at death straight in the face and not flinch.
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