Posted 22 April 2012 - 01:33 AM
living.
at one time i would have said otherwise, however when my husband died, i learned different.
We were legally separated and he was hit by a car, because we were still legally married, i was still considered the one who legally made all the decisions.
after a week in a coma, his brain was 'dead' other then brain stem activity. there was no hope, period. the only thing keeping him going was the machines and even they could not stop some of the 'internal' failures that were systematically going on.
SOOOOOOOOO rather than having him linger on for weeks on a machine, i had them remove him from life support.
Now, heres where it got tricky. Roy and I had different beliefs. I agnostic leaning heavily towards atheism, he? Agnostic, yet.. liking the new age paganism as well, but not for spiritual reasons. He honestly believed (and I do not doubt some truth to this) that we all are our own 'faith'. Our minds/brains are not fully utilized as it could be, there are things within us that while not god in the sense of the bible, are highly developed to a point of being tied to earth and space. our 'energy/soul' was part of that mingling and our bodies and brains just housed the soul and our brains interpreted what it could.
It is difficult to explain, but thats the best I could do.
Anways, to make a long boring story longer here, his family is mostly christians.
they could not accept how he or i believed, it was/is horrid to them. they cannot fathom it, so they ignore it.
his mom had a very difficult time over his death, and i do mean difficult. she died soon afterwards, however, she just could not handle that her adult son, her first born, her baby.. (yes yes he was nearing 50, but we all know your kids are always your babies) was gone, and in such a sensless way (he was crossing a school cross guard for visually impaired, on his way to a bus stop when a woman on a cell phone, speeding, did not see the cross guard stopping traffic and hit roy.. though it was tragic the other part of me is happy she did not kill any students.. blind children).
for her, the religious ceremony gave her peace of mind enough to move foward even if only for a little over a year. depressed though she was over it, she managed to get through another year for her daughter and her other grandchild.. because of the religous ceremony.
Roy was gone.. if there is life after death, he was still gone. from this world.
his funeral may have been something he thought of before death, but once dead.. it mattered not for him, but the living who it did matter for, needed their way of closure.
it may not have been my way, but it did not hurt me to understand, feel compassion and let her deal with it in the way she needed.
roys girlfriend (we were separated so i had no issues) was like him in beliefs, and wanted a bit of his ashes for a necklace, and i gave permission for this, then gave his ashes to his mother and sister to do with them what they needed to do.
i think it was the fairest thing to do, for the living left behind.
