Death Is A Funny Thing
Today is what would have been my dad's birthday. He passed away at 49 years old. Death is a funny thing. Not in the sense of haha it's funny but more like huh that's odd or wow I didn't expect that. It's hard to explain death. As I look back on the time when my dad was sick, weeks before dying and the few days before, it is strange to observe the human behaviour. There seems to be a structure of response or heroism. People seem to fill into certain roles based upon their personalities and how they deal with stressful situations. This has nothing to do with how little or how much they were attached to the person dying but only there brains response to trauma, stress, emotion, etc. There is no wrong way to react. That being said looking back on this time and observing people it sure seems like there was a right or wrong. Truly there was no correct way to deal with or process the idea of death unless of course you overindulge in things that can be unhealth...