This summer, my dog died. Â It was a very harrowing and gross affair, and many tears were shed by me and by my parents. Â The cat appeared not to care, but he probably did.
I could describe in gross detail exactly how the dog died, and all the ugly processes that go along with it, but Iâ€™m pretty sure itâ€™s something that nobody wants to hear. Â Itâ€™s a sad story, I know, but itâ€™s okay because Iâ€™m over it now.
Iâ€™ve been told that I have a very cavalier attitude when it comes to death. Â â€œEh, things die,â€ I say. Â Itâ€™s kind of inevitable. Â But donâ€™t get me wrong, now, this doesnâ€™t mean that I am completely indifferent. I still care about things, and would care if they died. Â For example, I always feel bad when I have to kill things. Â I canâ€™t help but feel sorry for the creatures I kill, whether it is a group of ants that happens to be inside, the mosquitoes that hover around annoyingly, or the next-door neighbor who mows his lawn at 8:30 a.m. every Saturday. Â Those poor things were only doing what nature has geared them to do.
However, as we all know, not all death is dealt with soâ€¦flippantly. Â When someone close to you dies, or even someone not so close, itâ€™s a little shocking. Â Even if it was a long time coming, itâ€™s still not something you can really prepare for. Â Itâ€™s not something you really WANT to prepare for. Â Different people deal with it in different ways, and whether you bawl your eyes out or stand solemnly to the side is ultimately up to you. Â Crying over someoneâ€™s death does not make one weak, and being stoic does not necessarily mean one is strong. Â I am speaking from experience, of course.
But so what if life is finite? Â An infinite lifespan would admittedly get very boring, and if everything and everyone lasted forever, then what would there be to value? Â Spending time with friends, enjoying yourself and forming interpersonal relationships wouldnâ€™t matter, because youâ€™d have all the time in the world to do so. Â Time would mean nothing to someone who was immortal, just as money means little to those who are born into it. Â Besides, when someone dies itâ€™s not like youâ€™ll never see them again. Â Some people believe in an afterlife where everyone is reunited. Â Even if you donâ€™t, that doesnâ€™t mean your loved ones are lost forever. Â As cheesy as it sounds, those that die live on in our hearts as memories. Â Actually, Iâ€™m pretty sure that line came straight from a shounen anime, but itâ€™s still a valid belief. Â Thereâ€™s nothing to really prevent you from missing them, but thatâ€™s okay; it just means that you valued them and they (hopefully) valued you.
Lauren Schroeter is a Â junior majoring in Geology and Religion.