I know what you mean, but although I lost my young brother to a cancer at the age of 49, I cannot connect anything in my life with that event.
As far as religion is concerned, not sure about all the others but the Christian version of love and kindness simply does not wash with me. It is one thing for humans to lose people in the way of life, as with all other creatures, but a god that designs animals to be cruel for survival is not a loving one. We see it every day but it was really brought home this evening, I watched the last half of ‘Big Cats’.. Thousands of animals have been created (if we are to believe) to live out their lives surviving on grass and trees and fruit, if that is possible why on earth did this loving creator then make some, whose only survival is by tearing to pieces others in the most horrible way?
We saw both sides tonight, but something I haven’t seen before, a massive pride of lions attacked a herd of buffaloes and managed to single out one which after a chase and a mauling was brought down and disappeared from view under up to 10 lions trying to tear it apart. But that much I had seen before, this time it was different, the herd returned and attacked the lions throwing them this way and that and the downed one was saved and they all escaped. I have never been so chuffed, though I do sympathise with the lions, they can’t eat grass, but who the hell designed such things?
No, I can’t believe in a loving god, so it is one who is fascinated with the destruction and cruelty of his creations, or one who never existed at all, and we are merely flukes in an unfathomable accidental universe. I am convinced that death is only like going to sleep, although I dream sometimes, and sometimes I wake and then return to slumber, but during the other bits, the majority, I know nothing, and one day I will not wake up, and know nothing about it.
Which is why I am not afraid of death, what I would be afraid of is being delivered into the hands of such a sadistic creator, and I don’t believe it exists.
I don’t think Christine believes it either, she knows that she is on borrowed time, time beyond what the doctors predicted. I haven’t been able to see her again today so I think she must be sleeping, and one day soon, it will stop.