Small disclaimer: I don’t feel bitter about my late mother, not like MacCarthy down below there. I had nothing to regret, or at least nothing worth remembering.
But we’re always told how glorious it would be to meet all those who’ve ‘gone on before.’
Or we’re told often enough….
Well, no. Hold up there for a second, mythical platitudes person. There are a few with whom I would not want to spend eternity, if I were to be honest. But then, maybe that would be the final chance to fix mistakes or make amends? A dilemma. The problem is we don’t know which it will be beforehand.
Still…. I’m waffling… like another Irishman, the (late) Spike Milligan, on this question (who must have gotten his wish, as he died in 2002):
‘I don’t mind dying. I just don’t want to be there when it happens’
“If I thought that in death I would meet the people I’ve known in life I don’t know what I’d do. That would be the ultimate horror. The ultimate despair. If I had to meet my mother again and start all of that all over, only this time without the prospect of death to look forward to? Well. That would be the final nightmare. Kafka on wheels.”