My grandma died just a few months ago, so I think I know how you feel.
For me, it kinda felt like I should’ve been the only person who really understood the tragedy of the situation, but then I looked around and saw that I wasn’t. Everyone there knew how wrong it is that a person can just break, and they knew that that is exactly what happened. No matter what they said to console themselves, they knew that death is wrong.
The real difference between us and them is not that we articulate our resentment, but that we resolve to do something about it.
At Jewish funerals, everyone there take a shovel and throws a bit of dirt onto the coffin to help sever the bond and let go. The dead are gone; all that’s left is a memory.
The only eulogy that should be worthy of our loved ones is to carry their memory to the end of the last stars and beyond. Because if we can’t follow through on our promise to kill Death, then we have no right resenting those who don’t try.
My grandma died just a few months ago, so I think I know how you feel.
For me, it kinda felt like I should’ve been the only person who really understood the tragedy of the situation, but then I looked around and saw that I wasn’t. Everyone there knew how wrong it is that a person can just break, and they knew that that is exactly what happened. No matter what they said to console themselves, they knew that death is wrong.
The real difference between us and them is not that we articulate our resentment, but that we resolve to do something about it.
At Jewish funerals, everyone there take a shovel and throws a bit of dirt onto the coffin to help sever the bond and let go. The dead are gone; all that’s left is a memory.
The only eulogy that should be worthy of our loved ones is to carry their memory to the end of the last stars and beyond. Because if we can’t follow through on our promise to kill Death, then we have no right resenting those who don’t try.