Until Death Do Us Part

And forever after?

It's odd. I was never very fond of my father-in-law. He was a funny guy, but there were a lot of issues that kept me from liking him. Overall, though, I rarely thought about him. Or my mother-in-law. It's been several years since they've passed on, and strangely I find myself thinking of them more now than I did when they were alive. Why is that?

There are also others who, having passed on, I now give more thought to than I did when they were alive. Even when we didn't get along. It's not that there's unfinished business, or any feelings of guilt or whatever, it's more like a sore tooth that's now gone, and your tongue is continually exploring that void, even though you lost something that was more of a pain than a pleasure.

Or is it a reminder of mortality? Or that when you think about them, you can't just file it away until you see them again and forget it? It's like every thought about them is a file you can no longer close, until you're cluttered with these unclosed files.

It makes me feel old, knowing that more and more of the people who were in my life are no longer with us. Days go by, and new candles are lit, but other candles have gone dark. What is it about the human mind that is so unaccepting of loss?


Blog Tag: Chatter