...the fat lady sings...

Just had another death in my family...nooooo...this is NOT a cry for faux sympathy...thanks anyway... It just got me thinking... I know more dead people personally than alive...

Who knows YOU better...the ones who have passed on...or the ones still here?

I dont think anyone really knows me anymore

The ones I have left know me the best, aside from my grandma that passed.

actually.... no one can know you better then you know yourself...


Oh and sorry for your loss...

<----- minal deaths in his family. He's the oldest child of the oldest daughter.

(((Mirror))) Sowwwwwy...

I don't think anyone knows me well, not even my family, as I keep changing... my condolences

Nobody knows me better than my SNUGGY!!

Phuque,

I'm very sorry for your loss. Those alive and those that have passed all have known me. I'm very open with those I love.

Now THAT was an awesome statement & went directly to the crux of what I've been thinking about... How many of us ALLOW ourselves to be "known" by the living...

judging from out-of-body experiences, the dead can get to know us better, for we don't know how to hide our M-band noise, and all the lies and untruths can show in your aura.?(when we pass, we learn how to cloak it) be not freaked though, for the passed on, have much better things to do than figure you out, unless they just live for gossip, or minimalistic observations, common in passive-aggressive individuals.

This post makes me think about an older man I know in the area.

We aren't close friends but I enjoy bs'ing with him at the bar. He is a WWII vet and has so many great stories, a seemingly endless number of bar/slight of hand tricks and I think personally knows every dirty joke known to man.

He is without a doubt among my favorite acquaintances.

He said the other day he thought he might have his phone taken out.

"No one calls," he said, "they are all dead...even my children."

After a long moment I think I told him he always had my friendship...but I felt very sad and so did he. He told me another dirty joke, I bought him a beer and talked for another couple hours before he went home.

*SIGH*

Very true, Dark...I have a much easier time opening myself up to the deceased...I "talk" to them quite often... My Great-grandmother always used to say: Don't be scared of the dead, Dear...it's the living you need to be afraid of...sound words from a wise woman...

It's not an easy thing to do for sure. I have my family and a handful of close friends that know me better than anyone and when I need them are always there. They make me feel safe and loved. For a laugh or cry or just to be. It makes life complete I think.

I must say that anyone that has taken the time to really get to know me, they know the true me.

But if one never takes the time to get to know someone they will never know them. It is up to each person to decide how well they really want to know someone.

Many moons ago, I had an old drinking buddy like that...he was a Korean War vet...I feel you...

I'm not really sure how much dead people know

The people that know me better than I know myself keep me grounded. Sometimes I take that for granted, and don't tell them how much it means to me.

Phuque, thank you for grounding me in that room for a week, I was a bad boy

Not a problem, P2...you know how much I love to punnish the naughty boyz... You came awful close to going to the other side (in your profile pic)...I'm so glad you decided to stick around...

My Dad, Brother and Gram knew me the best. They have all passed.