(March 8, 2019 at 2:56 pm)Der/die AtheistIn Wrote:(March 8, 2019 at 1:00 pm)Brian37 Wrote: I don't care about any claim of any concept of the afterlife, no matter what part of the globe it is coming from or what religion is claiming it.
Jew or Christian or Muslim or Buddhist or Hindu or Sikh or Rasta.... ect ect ect..... It is hard for me to buy into the claims of antiquity knowing how old our universe is, and how fragile life is knowing I wasn't alive 13.8 billion years ago. Why should I be frightened of life 5 billion years from now knowing I did not exist 13.8 billion years ago?
The worst event I have personally witnessed in my life was watching my late mother take her last breath. I never want to see that again.
She was in a nursing home, and weeks prior made a final decision to not do anything more. That last day, the last two hours of her life were horrifying to watch. The last minutes unfortunately were like if one were to step on a daddy long legs spider, and see the legs twitch. My mom died in peace, but I could tell in the last moments that her brain had died, and her lips twitching in her last moments, gasping, I knew it was merely the last vestiges of neurons sending signals in desperation with her lips perking as if to attempt to draw in breath.
I was even warned a hour our so prior to her death, by the nurse, when I asked about the "death rattle" if there was something they could do to mitigate that. That nurse's response, was blunt, but true, "It won't be much longer". That nurse was not saying that because she wanted to hurt me, she was simply stating the truth. I didn't want to face it then, but even then, when she said that, I knew she was right, no matter how much it hurt me at the time.
My sincere condolences.
It hurt at the time and even after, and I still will never 100% get over it. But I do know my mom. She would be pissed at me if stayed depressed. I have moved on. Not in the context of forgetting her, I never will. But in the context that she was strong, and would want me to be happy and move on.
That moment is nothing anyone want to go through. But for people like my mother, I know, for any facing mortality, the brave, like my mother, look at those they know they leave behind, and like her, your loved ones, facing mortality, will be strong, like she was.
I need no condolences now. I did at the time, but even she would have been pissed if I was still stuck in the stooper I was at that time.
Now I look at her as a loving memory, as a strong point, of fondness, and love.
Mourning is natural, even she was worried about me in her last few days. But I know her, there is no way this far out she'd want me to be as hurt and emotional and drained as I was at the time she went through it.
She really did express to her friends and the nursing staff her concern about my mental health in her last days. But I also know from those same individuals, she wanted me to go on, not to forget her, but to live on.
