Woah! Heavy topic I know, but one I feel the need to talk about. Partly because of the fact that Pagans usually have a vastly differing view on life and death than many of the other mainstream religions, but mostly because of the flak I've received because of my take on death.
Now for Wiccans as well as many Pagans, Life is sacred and the passing of a life to whatever lies beyond is something not to be taken lightly.
In my case, I feel much the same way. This past Friday, a step-grandmother of mine died. One of a Coven of local Wiccans (Gardnerian traditionalists by belief) overheard the conversation I was having with a co-worker. He came to me to offer condolences. I thanked him but informed him that it was not needed and I have no real feelings on the matter.
He didn't seem to like the fact that I was so emotionless regarding her death. Offering my monthly quote of "how un-Wiccan of me" lectures from this group and it's members.
In the past I've been ripped into regarding Christmas, Halloween, political leanings, diet, thoughts on gun ownership, death penalty, you name it...I've been raked over the coals. At least I would have been if I personally gave a wet slap of their opinions.
"Sherman, set the waybac machine for 1985 please."
Back in '85, my step-father was forced by circumstance to have to move his family back to his home and have us live with his folks while he narrowed his general engineering degree to something more specialized and thus marketable to employers. A GenEngDeg was overqualified for half the jobs on the market and under qualified for the rest. It was here where I had a chance to get to know my step-family. Most of them liked me, my grandmother...not so much.
As she saw it, she loved her son, tolerated his wife, doted on her granddaughter, but as for me? Well my status could only have been lower in her eyes if I was born out of wedlock. And even that comparison was like comparing dog poop to cat poop and debating on which is worse to step in with your brand new pumps.
I could wax poetic on what she did to show her disdain for me, but I could type for hours on the subject. Suffice it to say that there was emotional attachment between us. I showed her the respect due an elder from a child while we lived with her and I did my best to avoid her when we found an apartment of our own. And since moving out of the state have done my level best to forget the whole unfortunate affair altogether.
So with her passing all I feel is a concern for the family members who liked me since she was the matriarch of that family and her loss will be sorely felt, the acknowledgement that another life has ended and has passed on, and a complete lack of emotion over what her loss means to me personally.
I never attached myself to her personally and the news of her death had as much effect on me as the news of Ted Kennedy's did. Less even since I feel the effects of the infighting over his now-vacant seat.
So this lack of feeling on my part has generated some interesting comparisons from members of the local Coven. At best I've been called "a [deity accursed] Vulcan" (which I, being a Trek fan, actually take as a complement under less antagonistic circumstances) and at worse I've been compared to sociopaths and their emotional detachment to...well everything.
But am I really that horrific a person simply because I do not shed a single tear for someone who showed me no respect as a human being? A person who made actual effort to make me feel unwanted. Even after I moved out on my own, this woman made a parting jab at me by sending my maternal grandmother a family newsletter to her for the first time in 9 years of my parent's marriage and coincidently (or not depending on how you look at it) addressing it to her and not to me even though I lived there in my grandmother's over-garage apartment. Am I really that much of an evil person?
I do not think so. I feel that if I were to be an evil person there are so many things I could be doing at this point. Singing "Ding-Dong, the Witch is Dead" would be the least of it. But I choose to treat her death as I treated her life. With polite indifference and an attitude of "You have your universe, I have mine...and never the twain shall meet."
Oh yeah, I could be pouring that 30 year old bottle of Scotch I have under my dresser over her grave...after filtering it through my kidneys first, but instead I prefer my dignity.
So how about your thoughts on the death of people whom you have no connection to either in cases similar to mine, or of others who only read about in the paper. How do you see it?
M