Good Luck With This One
I’m grieving and I was asked to not talk about it so I’m not going to talk about it. I’m going to talk about me. I shut my Facebook wall down for a few days because I really didn’t want to talk to anybody and I realized that save for three people, the only way I communicate with the world is through this blog, Facebook and Twitter. I use Facebook and Twitter for work. I post funny shit and I really don’t like expressing genuine feeling on there. Make sense? I do have one thing I’m going to rant about.
Facebook grieving.
Every time someone dies a wall is destroyed by dozens of people who have most likely forgotten about the deceased until that moment and suddenly they’re posting how devastated they are and how much said person has impacted their life. Most of it is bullshit, I’m sorry. It’s people wanting to get attention. I’m sure a lot of people disagree but when I go to the wall of someone I lost, I want to see what they had to say last, not 500 posts where people are actually talking to said person like they’re going to reply.
That brings me to my next topic. DO NOT POST ON MY WALL IF I DIE. If I pass “before my time” (makes no sense) and Facebook is still my bitch I have already given my password to a few people because I plan on disabling wall comments like I did this weekend. I was told it’s going to go one of two ways. Either Tim’s going to shut it down for me completely so you’re all left with my last words or he said he’s going to keep it on and reply to every single post as me beyond the grave, which I’m pretty cool with.
This leads me to my next topic-
What do you think happens when we die? I don’t want to talk religion or hear about the Lord working in mysterious ways. I don’t talk religion or politics on here and while I respect everyone’s own beliefs I always get into long discussions that stress me out. I want to know what you actually picture happening after you die. Do you see yourself sitting on a cloud looking over your family? Are you dirt? Think you’ll come back as a shark? I’d be down with being a shark.
I vote dirt. This is why -
It’s said that everyone has a soul. When people are dead it’s gone. Everyone has their beliefs and opinions as to where said soul goes but what about every other living thing? My dog clearly has a soul if they exist. He understands me when I talk to him. My cat’s not the brightest but he clearly has feeling. He loves fucking blankets. Like literally. He makes sweet weekly love to blankets.
But what about that ant you just stepped on? It was alive. If you believe in reincarnation it could very well be your Uncle Stew. You just killed Uncle Stew. Nice job.
So I’m conflicted. I lost someone a decade ago and I screamed into the Heavens and was convinced he’d come back somehow and tell me what it was like. We talked death ALL THE TIME (he made me) and if anyone was going to find a way back, it’d be him. It’s been ten years and not a whisper. I’m pissed. I know when I was a kid I thought I’d be a ghost walking this world fucking with people but now I don’t know. I believe in magic and I believe in destiny to a certain degree. Me seeing “All You Need Is Love” everywhere is super fucked up. I totally need love. Love me.
So that’s it. Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days, this is why. I’m going to need until after the funeral Tuesday most likely before I even start to think clearly. I’ll keep posting here because I hate not doing so (and I need the money) but I might have some dark shit because I have something else to talk about but since I’m running out of room, I’ll probably psot the one I have in mind on Thursday.
So tell me. What do you think happens when you die?
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I hope when we die we feel peace and go to Heaven.
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Julie, what happens to a person’s body after one’s life has ended is personal to each and every person. I definitely would love for my hubby to donate my body to the Body Farm in TN, and my Dad finds that totally crazy. Why, I ask him? I’m not going to need my body if I’m dead!
Death… I’ve had at least 3 friends have either a son, or a grandmother, or a friend pass away in the past 4 weeks. The 18 year old son of the friend was most tragic, though.
Grieving… I hope that you’re doing ok, and you’ll be in my thoughts, my friend. Miss your comments on Facebook and your comments on my blog! Love ya!
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What happens when you die is a very big question. I would guess it is how and when you die. I call myself a “ghostigator”. That is a combination of ghost and investigator. Paranormal Investigator is to broad of a term for ghost research.
I’ve experienced some strange things that couldn’t be explained. At least with today’s science and knowledge. Maybe in the future it may be explained.
For whatever the reason, the spirit of some people hang around the living after death. Others seem to pass on to who knows what.
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Julie –
I’m sorry you’re grieving – better said would be, I’m sorry you have something to grieve.
I agree with what you said about Facebook. I think it’s kind of creepy thinking about people posting on someone’s Facebook page when they aren’t there anymore.
As for what happens when you die? I hope the soul moves on to a better place – Heaven or whatever you’re idea of better is for you (anyone). I think the body is just a vessel for the soul so dirt is probably right. Also, that’s a good reason to be an organ donor – you don’t need it anymore so why not save a life?
Lots of tacky, cliche things going through my head and I don’t want to say any of them…so I won’t.
Sam
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Im sorry for your loss you aren’t allowed ot talk about? what kind of request is that? I say your feelings are your own and only your own and if you want to POST? POST! woman, it’s your life. As you’ve noticed? Life is short!
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Hell is sitting on a cloud all day with two giant wings sticking out of your back, playing the harp for a bunch of very nice dead people.
You don’t HAVE a soul; you ARE a soul, that has a body. It’s one of the laws of physics that energy can neither be created nor be destroyed: it can only be transformed from one state to another. You (as a soul) have always existed and always will exist. You may have the choice to reincarnate or not (under hypnosis many can recall past lives); if not reincarnation, you/soul will exist in some other form in some other place…it’s Science!
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten slice of pizza.” – Papa John 3:1
First off, let’s look at this concept scientifically. The mind is made of energy and energy can never be destroyed. It takes on different forms but NEVER totally disappears. With that in mind, I believe a part of everything that was once living is still here on earth.
Your friend may have absolutely gotten in touch with you but you missed the signs. Perhaps he spoke to you in a dream or through your conscience when wondering what to do when faced with a problem. Perhaps that day your dog or cat was extra affectionate, it was really him controlling the animal. I believe our loved ones do not go far after death.
Do your lights ever blink? Take care.
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Julie Maloney Reply:
September 2nd, 2011 at 3:42 pm
I’m bipolar so my head is full of fireworks at all times. I’ve probably just gotten every wire crossed. I like your reasoning, thank you.
I’m ok with dark shit. And I’m conflicted too – I alternate between being creeped out that my Mother can still watch over me, and then I find it comforting that she’s somehow still out there. Reincarnation? Well, seems appropriate considering how often we mess shit up. Who knows. I’m lazy so I doubt i’ll come back and tell ya girl. *hugs*
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Did you ever see the movie Defending your life with Albert Brooks and Meryl Streep – I’d like to believe that’s what happens