An online channel I watch often, is very funny, always laughing at themselves as well as others, entertaining, my kind of content.
Well I was scrolling through the front page of the website when a video came up, of the channel creator, stating his Mum had passed away.
My initial thought was – why post and make a short film about something so personal?
Then I watched it.
About 5 minutes in, it was refreshing (I know, I know that’s not the right term for it) that the video he made, not only paid tribute to the sudden passing of his Mum, but also displayed the same humour he makes all his videos with, which was good to see.
In his time of extreme upset, anger, confusion and distress, his way of coping was to express himself in the only way he knows how.
I’ve been very lucky, in that I’ve never had anyone really close pass away.
Yet when a friend close or I saw on a regular basis, passed away, I have a very distant way of dealing with it.
I view my life as a train, running along the straight track of life.
Other people’s trains pull alongside and run alongside mine, then their track diverges off, becoming more distant.
Some trains return to run alongside again, some don’t.
When someone passes away, their train simply pulls off to the side and into a station, while mine keeps on going along the straight track.
If there is anything after passing away, which I hope there is, I sometimes think that they wouldn’t have liked this film or that song or that place, as once they pass, their train stops.
So they have no idea about what’s going on further down the line.
They don’t miss what they’ve never known, if that makes sense.
I find graveyards fascinating.
Here you have people so full of experiences in life.
Are they remembered? Visited? Etc.
Or if their family have all passed on or moved away, nobody comes to visit them anymore?
There is a brilliant website, findagrave.com which lists famous people (as well as us normals).
These are “Stars” many known the world over, whom in life, were only seen/heard/read by everybody, but when their train pulled in, became just another number in their place of rest, same as everyone else.
In time, their star status fades as generations die out and the new generations do not see them, in the splendor they were once held by the public.
I especially like the current trend of graves, that have a picture of the deceased on them.
Fascinating to see the actual person I’m reading about, on their grave.
The Victorian people used to have family photographs taken with their deceased, in various scenarios.
At first I thought this was just too weird, even for me.
But when I think about it, it makes perfect sense.
What better way to remember a loved one, than to see them in a photograph with their loved ones.
Of course in those days, very few people could afford a photograph.
One exception to my fantasy rule, is where pets are concerned.
Heartbreaking when a long standing animal member of the family passes away.
It’s a different feeling altogether.
One website I came across recently, offer (for a price) to film the burial!
I found this to be very strange, pushing it a bit too far for me.