Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

So another NON POLITICAL MY TAKE...

Today I had a facebook memory (see question I posted) about death.

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

It happens.... You are guaranteed 3 things on this planet. LIFE, TAXES, and DEATH. Its all synonymous, or as they say.. Dust unto Dust.. and Dust thou shalt return.

'https://www.biblehub.com/parallel/genesis/3-19.htm In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

But again.. I digress..

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

We all gather to remember someone who died. A friend, a family member, someone you worked with, or went to school with. They were your close people who got you thought the worst times in your life. But as you lay there. Either buried or cremated, you are just a thought of on the day of.

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

This is what we imagine death to be. Peaceful and calm. But.....

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

Days.. weeks.. Years go by. Even when you are on the planet. Why are you forgotten, why doesn't anyone care. Does a text, a phone call, just a simple email "hey..are you ok?"

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

Since last year.. ON THIS DATE. We have been in quarantine. Stores, businesses, everything. CLOSED (IN SOME STATES) where this shit was killing everyone in sight.

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

MY BELOVED CITY. A DAMN GHOST TOWN...

just a simple question.. a text message.. SOMETHING...

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

But what. Radio silence. People who thought you were their friends and cared about you.

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

Deserted New York City.. Any City. Taking a page out of Bob Segar' Song "Against the Wind"
♫And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends

Does anyone care to check on you when your on the planet? why only care when you died? Can someone please explain that to me. You get an obituary or see an obituary...

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

Then when you do... You get a mass card...

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.

You ask yourself. What did I miss. Why did I miss.Why didn't I contact. I know people have busy lives but since this pandemic. Im sure you have just a few mins to say "hey to someone"

Why are you only thought of in passing, and not when you are on this Earth......

Birth, Weddings and Funerals. Why are we only thought of during times, but not thought of other times.
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  • GoodGuyBreakingBad
    Thanks for sharing your MyTake with us, Yes I believe people don't know us when we're alive but when we die they sure know us, Oh what happened to Will, I feel so bad about him that is why some people have a private service and no visitation?
    Is this still revelant?

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  • Becky316
    Because after we are gone they realize they don't have anymore time to ignore us and say what they should or do what they should have
    Is this still revelant?

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  • dreamstar72
    For some it’s to make them feel better by showing others that they cared.
  • pizzalovershouse
    Makesyou wish you had a buble to live in till virusnis nearly vaccinated against
  • Kas19
    Tradition.
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