I was disconcerted to find a posting on another social media of a letter to a dead son, who had died from cancer three years ago. This mother, while understandably still sad from her loss is getting to be a professional mourner. She goes on and on at every event, whether it is a wedding or a family reunion about how she still misses this paragon of virtue.
He was not all that much in my opinion, and showed many characteristics of mediocrity. The fact that he was a heavy smoker, and had to have his apartment repainted in order for his mother to stay while taking care of him, and the fact that he never made any real firm social attachments or had any degrees show that his ambition to lead a normal life was not too strong.
He seemed to like to just float along on the surface of life, and not get too involved in deep issues of the day.
In this fast paced day and age, we cannot afford to grieve for years like Queen Victoria, and wear black around us like a shawl.
So stop with the shrine building, moaning in public and get on with life! Life is short, nasty and brutish for some, so deal with it!
I lost two adult children myself, but have no pictures on the wall or mantlepeice, have no flowers blooming each spring from the funeral, and do not mention them at all except if asked in relation to a pertinant subject.
Maybe this person does not want to leave off mourning, as it gives her something to complain about and get sympathy.
My departed adult children did not speak of heaven and were not superstitious, and since I am an avowed atheist it irks no end to read all about the prayers being said for these dead ones, and how they have hope of the dearly departed are enjoying all the benefits of an eternal Ode to Joy!