dave-G wrote on Fri, 24 November 2006 13:42 |
You know, Mahcem ...
I don't know Steve, and I barely ever read this forum, but I respect anyone who's suffered a loss like his enough to not question or criticize the way they felt about it.
I'd say that given your beliefs, you now have one more thing to "pay for in this world"...
... you speciously righteous schmuck.
-dave
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You are absolutely right.
I'm sorry.
I should have kept playing "awww Steve... you know... my heart cried when I read how you felt about what happened... death is very bad, you know... my deepest condolences... so... you moved the piano?" game as many other choose to do.
But not going with the flow makes me right, but in the meantime a shmuck.
Fine. So be it. I'll stand up and take it in the chin.
If you can't say what is right, what good is a discussion?
And what good is a friendship if one can not stand up and tell what is right and what is wrong even during the hardest time?
Remember, I felt every single pain that Steve has felt throughout that journey. Every. Single. One of it. Not one more, not one less.
From cleaning my father's backside as he was lying in bed unable to move, to watching on the screen the tumours mushrooming in his lenf tissues by an inch every fortnight like cauliflowers while he couldn't lie down and he couldn't sit up, he couldn't stand up and he couldn't kneel down, because the pain he was going through was too much to take and no painkiller was strong enough to cut it.
I don't know if you have lost any of your parents yet, but I can tell you, no amount of condolence eases any of the feeling the survivor goes through during that time... let alone what the dead-to-be goes through.
In fact, none of the stuff they tell you, all those taps on the shoulders, cards, flowers... none of them means anything when you are going through that phase as the survivor.
You are alone, on your own. Feeling totally helpless. That is the moment when reality hits you.
There is more lesson to learn in life and death than recording an album in a famous Hollywood studio.
...as far as I'm concerned. If we are going to touch that subject in any part of the discussion.
And if we are going to credit God for all the bad things that are happening to us, let's credit Him for the good things that happen to us as well once in a while, eh?
May be death is not as bad as we think after all.
But I guess, not to stick to what is right at all times is another lesson to learn for me out of this.
Being pretentiously caring and nice guy, or being righteously caring and a schmuck.
Everyone else's mileage may vary.
If what I owe Steve for telling him what he needs to hear than what he's accustomed to hear (or even to tell others in similar instances) if that helps him have a better life, then I'd be more than happy to pay it and make my contribution.
But I tell you, this life is nothing, hereafter is better. For those who can see that far, of course.
Or whatever... may be there's no such thing as God. We all mushroom like plants and animals, and get eaten by some microorganisms like animals, and die. Shit happens. What are we getting so sad about? Think about the good times we rolled and move on. Every breath we take is a bonus after all.
But then again, may be I'm in the wrong forum. It's all about preferences, isn't it?
Sorry again.
"Aww Steve, I was brokenhearted when I heard how you felt about what happened to your father. I hope you get hold of that God who did all that to him one day...
So, anyway... You moved the piano and then?"
M.