tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567880568706694792.post6855075900260545867..comments2023-04-06T05:45:04.775-04:00Comments on meg, acting out: To Avoid or Not - Teaching About DeathAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10213944131651959303noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567880568706694792.post-9052007264740666652014-09-24T16:44:49.223-04:002014-09-24T16:44:49.223-04:00Thanks for your thoughts! I'm glad you like th...Thanks for your thoughts! I'm glad you like the post. :-) Funny thing is, although I was essentially obsessed with death, I didn't go to a funeral again until I was a senior -- and I had a breakdown over it. :-\ The only way to handle things is to face them head on, I feel.<br /><br />The jury's still out on whether or not to "go with God", but that's a whole other topic. ;-) The irony that it's where your mom's memorial service was. <3 Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07095884093287676555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5567880568706694792.post-62114464810941128692014-09-24T16:00:57.890-04:002014-09-24T16:00:57.890-04:00I think this is absolutely fantastic. My mother wa...I think this is absolutely fantastic. My mother was in the "try to hide it" camp and it was really hard for me. I wasn't allowed to attend family funerals or even to see movies where someone died. By the time I graduated from high school I'd lost three classmates (one killed by lightening at age 11 and 2 killed in a car wreck at 17), and I never got to attend any of their funerals or really ever say goodbye. <br /><br />And I LOVE the "T" thing with the cross. My brother & I were also raised without religion. There's a little cemetery in the foothills outside of Denver with a lighted cross on the side of the hill that can be seen throughout the city. I remember once as a young riding in the car at night and my brother asking "why is there a little t on the side of the mountain?" Ironically, that was the place we chose for my mother's memorial service last year.<br /><br />And I totally agree that kids "get it" about emotions much better than we give them credit for. When my Ex's daughter was only 2, she had an uncanny ability to know when I felt sad even if I tried to hide it. And the stuff with your son "seeing" your grandpa & the dog... wow. I have a friend who lost a sister in a car wreck when she was young. When my friend's son was about 3 he once said to her - totally out of the blue "Mommy, remember when I was your sister?" Wow! Neither she nor her husband believe in reincarnation nor had they ever talked about her sister's death with their son. Pretty wild!EcoCatLadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15704811319510740473noreply@blogger.com