Today is Thanksgiving in Canada. So on this is a day of being thankful, I would have to say I'm thankful for my family, present, and past. There are a few not here anymore... well, they probably have made great fertilizer. Now with that said, let's talk about past.
During our lifetimes, we lose mothers, sisters, fathers, and brothers. Spouses as well! Once they are gone, we do miss them, but it seems some seem to take pleasure in dwelling on the past, and living in the past, and expecting others to stay there with them. They seem to want the attention they receive from their continuous posts on Social Media about how badly they miss a loved one... I'm talking a continuous amount of posts, same shit, different day.
At some time you have to admit they are gone, not coming back, and you have to grow a pair and move on. I say this to the more religious especially. They seem to believe that once we are dead we move on to heaven where we will all "live on" happily ever after. The paradise for those who believe. I would think that if they believe so dayum much, they would happy those that passed would be, (as you hear at any funeral) they are in a better place. So I would have to think they would be saying to themselves, "Yes, they made it, soon it will be my turn"!
Nope, they piss and whine day after day, expecting others to keep on kissing their asses with I'm so sorry for your loss, it'll get better... even after months and months of them kicking the bucket.
Another thing that not only pisses me off, as well as amuses me somewhat, is this wishing Happy Birthday or Happy Anniversary to those who have died. If you are a believer, then if anything, you should be quite happy those who have bit the bullet, rolled over and died, are much more happy than you. I also don't think they could give a flying fuck about you wishing them a happy whatever...
If people spent as much time caring and loving those who are still with us, ignoring color, race or whatever, I think the world would be a much better place...too much time is being spent on those long gone, and the pity party has to come to end at some time... sorry, just my opinion, take it or leave it, I really don't give a fuck!
Grandmother and grandfather, gone not forgotten... ain't coming back
Father, not coming back... me, the little guy, still here, when I go, not coming back...
Yup, sometimes we have to move on, mainly because the constant whining annoys people, even if they are more polite then me and don't tell you!