For me, it’s being grounded in reality.

Almost a year ago, I wrote about grieving as an atheist. My grandmother died this past March and I think about her at least once a day. Today was one of those days where I was thinking about her a lot and I cried a bit. Like I mentioned in my previous post, after my dad died when I was 10, I wasted cognitive resources praying to God and “talking” to my dad.

Now that I’ve accepted His Noodliness as my lord and savior, rather than “talking” to my grandmother, I replay fond memories with her. I imagine what it would be like to talk to her again...I think about what she would say to me...

Rather than buying into the delusion of an afterlife, I keep my grandmother alive by thinking about her as she was and as she would be if she were still alive.

I never really felt comfortable with the idea of seeing my dead relatives again in an afterlife...In fact, the idea of an afterlife really freaked me the fuck out. So glad that shit isn’t being shoved down my throat anymore...

What about you all?