Interesting discussion I had
with my teenagers. We attended a funeral mass this morning in honor of their
grandmother. Following the mass, we tagged along the hearse.
Food for thought: I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation. - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
While stopping on a red light, my teenagers who were talking
about the number of people who paid their last respects to their grandmother
suddenly said, what if you died Mi (short for Mommy)? You will have throng of
people paying their last respects for you. My other teenager said, yes, the
Army and Police will be there including those you have served. Then, my other
teenager said, maybe they will honor you with a 21-gun salute.
I said maybe. However, I will be buried in Bohol. If I’m
here at the time of death, I will have some days for funeral here but I have to
be buried in Bohol. However, if I’m in Bohol at the time of death, I won’t be
brought here anymore.
Then, the
green light went on, and the drive continued.
I think that the way I openly talked about death with my
teenagers have allowed them to look at death differently. It’s not something
that we should be afraid of. It’s a natural occurrence of life.
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