Today, December the eleventh of two thousand ten, I am going to my great grandmothers funeral on my grandfathers and fathers side. I barely knew great grandma, because I had only met her a few times. Because of this, I could not cry for her. And to stabilize the mood, I could not be cheerful either. As we drove by the graveyard, it looked like a good-sized plot of land. But when we drove in the back, fields farther than the eye were covered in gravestones.
During our time out there, I asked myself, “Am I a heartless beast? A soulless creature?” Staring at the dead trees, I thought they shall never again be brought to life. I watched as ravens filled every branch, the sign of bad luck. This place reeked of death. The ravens seemed to be waiting for a chance to pick at the corpses. Is this many people worth the world? Or is the world worth this many people? Did these people deserve to die? Or did they just die too young? The world contradicts itself. For one to live, another must die, like so many classic movies. And then they are okay in the end usually. I am so sorry, but that is not reality! The material life does not compare to the afterlife, and there is no such thing as a second death. You only die once, but you live twice. In this way, the dying don't have to be afraid to die. Death is only scary for those of us still alive materially. We released balloons in the end to send her spirit off peacefully. But do we, any of us, deserve such luxuries in death? I think of all those who were killed and their bodies tossed aside like rag dolls. Do any of us deserve better than they do? However, when I heard about her life, I regretted my thinking. She was a victim in war, torn away from her family, and leading a brutal way of life, working day and night. Her baby boy died, and soon after her husband. Yet she had six children and was a pillar in her faith. She persevered, and eventually moved to Canada from Germany. That's right, she's German, and so am I. But that does not mean that we are Nazi, or evil people. We are simply humans. At the memorial service, My father was one of the ones to speak. It was strange to see him up there though, because he is a very silly person. It was odd to see him so solemn. My mom sang a solo with my grandmother on piano that made everyone cry again. Now I remember that great grandma was still part of my family and that she no longer has to suffer the fate of humans. That-that is when I cry.