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"Death"

"The full impact of death can only be felt until you have lost a loved one."

I'm posting this because after hearing so many stories of people dying on the news, I haven't felt a single bit of emotion towards them or their families. Even more individual deaths, such as those of Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman, failed to generate any feelings other than sympathy for their parents.

It could be because I have no heart (metaphorically speaking), or just that I haven't lost someone that I genuinly care for yet. Until the time comes, who knows?

Erm... anyway, discuss.

Being one of the youngest members of the entire family, I wasn't really in the position to comfort those around me during my granddad's funeral - but I did seem rather helpless looking around with barely any emotion (sure i was sad) whilst others cried their hearts out.

Icarus wrote:
But what if you really
> lost someone you genuinely cared for - say someone you talked to
> everyday?

Thats happened to me twice. A close family member and a friend i saw and talked to every day. I never shed a tear, I spent my time supporting everyone else around me, I miss them sometimes, but i get on just as well as I did when they were here. I'm not devastated, far from it, people dying is part of life.

You say that you wouldn't be in pieces if you never see your family again, as you hardly speak to them anyway. But what if you really lost someone you genuinely cared for - say someone you talked to everyday? Would you be in tears, or experience the same emotion as you would with any other death, be it a relative or stranger? That's what I'm unsure about.

If you look at my 5 things post you'll probably get a fair idea of how I would answer here due to my thing number 3.

I do feel I am devoid of emotion a bit when it comes to death, and I have lost people close to me.

I do not think death would bother me personally, it would just bother me to know that those who loved me would be upset. I think death is the ultimate neutral, not good or bad but a non-fictional version of purgatory. An empty white-washed room with uncomfy seats and a formica coffee table. We wait here until we are called through a door by a woman in a white dress, and we are reborn. However those who don't beleive in reincarnation stay in the waiting room forever, wishing they beleived in something other than an expanse of nothingness.

"The full impact of death can only be felt until you have lost a loved one."

I'm posting this because after hearing so many stories of people dying on the news, I haven't felt a single bit of emotion towards them or their families. Even more individual deaths, such as those of Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman, failed to generate any feelings other than sympathy for their parents.

It could be because I have no heart (metaphorically speaking), or just that I haven't lost someone that I genuinly care for yet. Until the time comes, who knows?

Erm... anyway, discuss.