As you get older, it doesn't scare you anymore. You come to realize that it's just a part of life. The end of your life. But still a part of life. Working in nursing homes since 1996, has made me think of dying as something that can happen almost every day. Of course you miss some residents a lot. Just like you grieve for your own family members that have passed on. But in the end, you too will pass on. But guess what? You will once again see those that left before you.Nee understood why people are so afraid of death they can't just say it.
That was so cruel, it has stayed in your mind all these years. I remember when I could do maths and my dad would slap me for being thick. I hated maths even more.When I first heard a little friend say their grandfather had passed, I thought he'd done well in some sort of test.
On the other hand, when I was a teenager and my mother returned from the hospital after her father had, had a stroke, we all met her at the door and I said, "Did grandpa die?" My dad turned around and slapped me. I learned early that you can't win in these situations.
Indeed, I shall welcome it. Who wants to live and live when the body ails more and more?Nee understood why people are so afraid of death they can't just say it.
My father always did the same thing to me with regard to Maths. I could never master it, and I'd have it as homework...he thought he was a Mathematical genius, but he was terrible at explaining so he would scream and slap me in the head when I couldn't understand.... Bar-steward...That was so cruel, it has stayed in your mind all these years. I remember when I could do maths and my dad would slap me for being thick. I hated maths even more.