:: Terry Schiavo R.I.P. 15 years ago... ::

I refrained myself from going into the fray long enough. I know, I know, this is absolutely none of my business whatsoever and it is happening many kilometres away from me but... hey, this can also apply to Dubya and DeLay aka Dr. Evil.

Well actually I DO have an opinion on the subject since, well, I have recently been slapped in the face by Mr. Reaper, Grim of his first name. In 2003, after I had just stepped off the ferry tht brought me back from Tallinn to Helsinki, I received an e-mail from my father, telling me that my grandmother would certainly not make it to Christmas. I was but one day away from going back to my home town to see her one last time I thought, but another e-mail sent in the minutes following the reception of that one told the brutal truth. Granny had passed away from her aggressive stomach cancer on a sunny and crisp morning of November 2003.
I cried so much. Just one more day, i could have... arg. My heart was rendered into little pieces, lying on the floor. My son was there, to comfort me. " Don't worry, daddy, it's OK." he said, with his 3-year old voice, full of innocence and goodwill. I must be a good father, i guess.

But the hurting that was to come was even worse. I traveled 9 698 kilometres to carry the coffin where my father's mother would be laid for her final rest. And I saw her, unmoving, cold... dead.
Her life blood had been sucked out of her, along with everything.

And it struck me with the might of a thousand war hammers. We are all dying. This is the end for all of us and there is nothing anybody can do.
All the mourning that i did not (and could not) experience for the 16 friends, two grandfathers and one cousin that passed away, came into my body at once, and i was submerged in sorrow, sucked down this downward spiral, to borrow the expression from one of my generation's most well-known poets.
Yes death is worse for those who survive the dead, for we continue feeling while they do not.

I have only one grandmother left. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease several years back. I remember when I went to see her in Christmas 2000. She didn't even smile when i took her hand. I knew that for me, she was already dead. When she will pass away, I will already have accepted the fact that she will never sing to me these wonderful songs or bake me the tastiest molasses biscuits on Earth.
Well she already cannot do that, but... you get the drift.
Of course, Terry Schiavo's parents have a different case on their hands because it is infinitely more painful to lose a child since it is not in the natural order when it happens. Maybe that is why they cannot come to terms with the fact that she is not alive but undead.
They do not want to accept the fact that she has died a long time ago.

That's all that i had to say about that.
Oh, right, another thing... If Terry Schiavo's parents believe in God, why don't they let her go to Him (or Her or It) so that she can have eternal peace and happiness?

Posted by phonono at mars 23, 2005 11:20 PM