While recently at an intuitive arts/health fair I briefly encountered one of those booths that sells new-age books that celebrate endless youth, living forever, and so on.
I took it as an insult, however unintentional it might have been.
The last eleven years have been a series of personal losses. My dad, stepdad, father and law and most sorrowfully my beloved grandmother have all passed away.
And I have dealt with illnesses of family members-long term conditions that have drastically impacted their quality of life.
So “living forever” in “endless youth” in this human life is not possible.
How many times have I visited hospitals? More times in recent years than in the last 40. Some hospitals in town are dramatically expanded. One facility was where I worked as a temp 20 years ago. It has seemingly created several more buildings at least. How? Money, hundreds of millions, from all of the care offered to those who are seriously ill. Astronomical amounts of money.
Despite the promises hospitals make of a surfire way to beat cancer that are published on prominent billboards, these facilities do have patients who are seriously ill and in many cases, terminally. For some of my family members, this was the place they spent their last days of life, in a haze of medical monitors, nurses, and family members saying goodbye.
And after those goodbyes are said, it’s incredbily difficult to find anyone to talk with about ongoing grief. They all run. In fact, you find yourself ignored and expected to “get over it” with no other words of sympathy, not even a hug. But the show must go on I guess. People have to find ways of denying grief so they can go buy more books about living forever and endless youth.