Saturday, March 30, 2013

A Little Bit of Nothing. By Geniusofdespair

I might be a person with questionable musical taste, besides liking some Opera and being a fan of Lang Lang, I like to listen R. Kelly, Sean Paul and Shaggy. I just counted, I own 6 Shaggy songs. I have a hip-hop song by Eve and a song by Concha Buika & Jacob Sureda. I don't know how these two got on my computer. I must get up in the middle of the night and download music. I don't like either of these songs. I have 12 country songs and I HATE country.

I was thinking about old people coping with the death of their friends today. As you get older those address books have a lot of deletes. A friend told me about a woman who was mean to her brother when he got sick even though they were ultra close before. A light bulb went off in my head, like on House -- the moment he  identified the disease and ran off to cure his patients (except Lupus - it was never Lupus on the show).

I observed one my really old relatives - I will call her Sarah - go through many deaths and watched how she coped. With the people closest to her, she got mad at them when they were close to death. It seemed odd when it was going on, I thought her mean for doing it.

Sarah's best friend had dementia and all she could do was get angry at everything her friend was forgetting. When her friend died, Sarah hardly mourned at all.

In another case, Sarah longed to see another close relative of hers. We drove her a couple of hundred miles each way to see her beloved niece. When we got there Sarah hardly talked to her. She was angry because her niece's clothes were messy (to us, she looked sick). I got mad at Sarah because we made this long trip. For what? The niece died shortly thereafter.

Now when I look back (thanks to that light bulb) I realize it was necessary for her to do this in both cases so she could let go. It was the only way Sarah could go on living without suffering the agony of loss. I forgive her now and finally understand, she was actually saying goodbye.

Let me get back to my to Clarence Carter's "Strokin." Caution: This is not a good song for children, I never listened to the words before.


Anonymous said...

Thank you.

Anonymous said...

I had this happen to one of my relatives. I never could account for the irrational irration. Thanks it makes more sense now.

David said...

You ain't kidding, you have odd taste translating to ecletic if we want to be forgiving.

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Anonymous said...

We can't judge others. We all deal with the grief of separation and loss in our own way. No one can walk in our shoes. Pity her self preservation was wired that way. It is easier to leave when you are angry.

Anonymous said...

It is harder to live with when you can't change the things you didn't do or forgot to do when someone dies unexpectedly and those things are left undone.

You end up mourning the loss of your loved one and the fact that you failed to fulfill your commitment, responsibility and/or promises to your loved one. Doing things tomorrow doesn't work if they die today. Don't put things off when you love someone. Send the flowers yesterday when it matters to them, not to their funerals.

Jill said...

I feel for her. It must be very hard living in a world where every day you become more and more of an anachronism.