I'm not a good dying person. Or maybe I'm one of the best. My wifes grandmother passed away yesterday. She was a very nice lady who raised a very nice family. Four daughters to be exact. But I believe in God and heaven and taxes. I'm prone to think that people are going to a better place when they leave here. And while I've lost people I miss a great deal, I'm glad they went to that better place.
I haven't cried at a funeral since I was young. It's not that I don't care. Or have some sort of emotional display disorder (I'm not freaked out by a guy crying). I just realize that the pain is here...with us. Not with the loved one that passed. In essence, we're crying for ourselves that we won't have that person around any longer. They aren't in that body in the casket. There spirit has moved on. And so we're left with a big empty hole that we fill with sadness. Well, I don't. I fill it with happy stuff....good memories of times spent together. I still miss them. I just miss them with a smile.
But then people think I'm not sympathetic, which is far from true. I feel very deeply for someones loss. That's a very real pain. I just face it different. Take this photo for example. It was taken by this photojournalist who has an awesome blog. He was in Haiti after the quake and this orphan girl just found out she wouldn't be getting to go meet here new family. Still makes me sad. So I just hope like hell that she's found some happiness. Just like I hope my wife and her family will find some happiness in this sad time.