Why is it that religion plays such a big factor in the care of the dead? I think that the reason why is because we all want that sense of security in that our loved ones will be looked after and our religions make us follow the traditions of caring for the dead. Things such as cleansing the body and preparing it.
I also am curious as to what spiritual feelings the morticians and funeral directors get out of seeing the dead in multiple states. I feel that it brings them a sense of peace and they do not see pain in death.
I wonder why we in america choose to isolate our dead in sites that are gated from the public and that are very isolated from us. When my aunt passed away we drove for about an hour and a half to see her and I feel that this is done on purpose because death is scary and people do not want to see it around while they are driving but in other countries, the dead are so close to the living that it isn't a big deal and it seems to bring peace to the families who mourn. I know that I wish I could see my aunt more often and I would feel more connected to her if I did but its like in america nobody wants us to see the dead even if it is our own families which is why we tend to forget about them so easily.
I am curious as to the main process of cleaning and preparing the bodies for viewing. I know that in america they drain the blood out of the body and fill it with a preservative which keeps the body in a wax like state for a temprary time so they don't decompose. How is our way of preparing the dead different from other countries.
I wonder why my mother always has these dreams about people who have died. I wonder how she deals with it because I know I wouldn't be able to. Why does my mom always have these images and experience these spiritual things when she sleeps? I noticed that in my family my mom has always been right about family. For example the night my uncle passed away my mom rushed me to the hospital with her because the night befor she said that she had a dream that the day we were going to visit him was going to be his last day alive. Sure enough as soon as he saw all of us one by one at his bedside, (me being the last one with him) he passed away. The hardest part was that it was me and him and he looked at me straight in my eyes and he passed away. I know that once I got up and took a few steps away it struck me that he was no longer here. As soon as I got in the elevator I broke down yelling and crying because my uncle just died right in front of my eyes iliterally. That night though we all gathered in the hospital and we all managed to smile and go home as if he was still with us and I felt as if he was. This is why I believe that nobody ever really dies and that we all live on as a form of energy and my family thinks the same things so its interesting to see how in my family we believe that but some others don't. I feel that I am going to have a lot that I will want to explore during this unit because I really believe that what I know about caring for the dead now is not even a percent of what I should know.
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