The only way to be somewhat prepared for death is to paradoxically have experienced death, I suspect. It is a unique and transformative experience that leaves one with an understanding of their world that could not be attained academically, without the experience. The issue for you, it would seem, is your relationship with/understanding of death. It is inevitable for us all, so 'dreading it' is an utter waste. The winter sure is cold, but you don't spend the summer dwelling on it, do you? Limiting attachments will ease the immediate sting of loss, but with the concurrent result of you missing out on the reason we are alive in the first place - Kind of a steep price to pay. (I know whereof I speak, and must claim the right of 'Do as I say, not as I do' on this issue). So, to answer your question: To prepare yourself for death, make connections freely, love fiercely, and 'cry your eyes out when someone you love dies' - There are far worse fates than grief, my friend...
- My Dead Girlfriend Blog
I like the above extract because it explains the idea of grief in a very astute and intelligent way. I think this would be useful to put in because it makes it seem more realistic that this boy - is dead, he isn't grief stricken, he has had to come to terms with what has happened - this is interesting as this blog was initially set up to be dark humour however I do believe that the above explanation is very good in conveying the experience of grief - without having the experience it.
Below is a story about a person's loss of their best friend - I really like this story as it helps convey some of the true emotion that this person feels. I'm not sure that this is necessarily applicable to our story however I think in order for us to create an effective piece we need to look into the different areas of grief.
My best friend died at the age of twenty-seven. She rushed back into her burning house to save her pets and succumbed to smoke inhalation. She was beautiful, brilliant, and fearless, and she was loved by many – the funeral home could not accommodate the hundreds of mourners that attended her memorial. I was disconsolate.
In the days and months that followed, I was showered with sympathy, condolences, and commiseration. Friends and family brought casseroles, acquaintances and coworkers offered empathy, and everyone made a concerted effort to cheer me up. The most prevalent statement of encouragement was, “Life goes on.”
People have been saying “life goes on” as long as life has been going on. It is a universal mantra used to deal with loss and bereavement, clung to not for reassurance so much as pacification of one’s misery until enough time has passed to have its anesthetic effect. It is a necessary and natural reaction to loss, but as a statement of support, it is misleading and destructive. When you lose someone you love, life does not go on.
The loss of a loved one is a monumental event, one that can change the entire landscape of one’s life. A significant loss permanently changes the way you see your existence and how you experience it. Simply put, life as it was defined when your loved one was alive does not go on. Trying to live as if it does is both inappropriate and impossible, and ultimately self-destructive. By setting the unattainable goal of going on with life as before, you risk miring yourself in a cycle of denial and despair.
When I heard, “Life goes on”, it challenged me to move on. Though well intentioned, this was the worst advice I could be given. In order to carry on, I needed to allow myself the time to process this new reality and fully understand the ramifications of my loss. Until I did, I knew I would be living a former life that was now incomplete, rather than living life as it had become – different.
Months have passed since I lost my friend, and the transition to this new life has not been easy. I still miss her desperately, and I think of her every day. I still mourn my life with my friend, but I am not still trying to live it. I have begun a new life, one in which the memory of my best friend is not painful, but part of who I am. This has given me the strength to go on with living, even if life with my friend did not go on.
I found a blog that contains a series of letters that people have written to loved ones who have died - I think this would be worth while. Going to share this on the group blog because I feel we could get a lot of ideas from this blog because it contains many different types of story.



