On Dying [updated]
30 July, 2008
I was told a story about myself yesterday. When I was 7 years old my uncle passed away before his time. He was my favorite uncle, who had made me some really cool toys. Made them. I was apparently asked by a family friend if I understood what had happened, that he was not coming back.
I am told that I said something along the lines of “I understand it the way a seven year old does, which isn’t the same way grownups do. Maybe when I’m older I’ll understand it differently.” As I was raised to be a Unitarian Universalist, and my church school teacher was within earshot, it became a story that others have heard about me, but one I only heard yesterday for the first time.
I do understand it differently now – But it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
[update: Tomorrow I find out how many months my mother has left with us. Have any of you been through this? I think it’s gonna suck, b/c I still pretty much have a 7 year olds understanding, just with 26 years more practice.]