Posted on March 25, 2015
Why We Need Funerals
Dealing with death can be a confusing process. I hope this post isn’t considered insensitive; it’s only natural for me to share it.
Last night, I was informed that someone I love took his own life. The news left my brain numb and my fingertips tingling. He was younger than me; I haven’t even seen him since early college. The beauty of family is that you don’t have to know someone well in order to love them… in order to feel their loss.
But I wish we had been closer. That way, I could say something to his sisters and parents. Perhaps it’s better this way; aside from “I’m sorry,” what words are there?
I didn’t cry. I feel like I should have. There should have been some violent, dramatic reaction to the horrible news. The world should have stopped–time should have hiccuped–to make up for it. But none of that happened. The earth keeps spinning, seconds keep ticking, and the world remains oddly silent.
That’s why we need funerals. We need an event, something to mark this most unnatural bit of life. Our world needs to stop, if only for a while, so we can steal that tiny bit of catharsis. Closure. So we can get the goodbye that we missed. Small comforts, given what we’ve lost.