Death is such a weird thing. Everyone does it, it’s the natural cycle of life. And yet, when it happens we’re often an emotional wreak. Why are we sad? They’re only doing what their suppose to do. No one is immortal. Maybe we’re selfish and don’t want to let go. Maybe it’s because we don’t know what happens after death.
The emotional threshold to death depends on how and when the person died. For example, Moran’s sister disappeared for quite sometime, leaving her family constantly wondering if she was dead or alive. The suspense soon turned to heartbreak when they found her remains. In my experience, death was even stranger when my Pop Pop died of Alzheimer’s. It’s like he gradually disappear, making his death a lot more bearable.
The way we take in and process death is cultural, spiritual, and psychological. It’s a huge event almost every has experience or eventually will. Talking to family and friends, going for a walk, flipping though photo albums, and writing are all great ways to come to terms with death.
Moran’s studies show just how powerful writing can be academically and therapeutically. I wonder if someone did a study on writing majors versus business or science majors to see if writing majors were less stressed, overwhelmed, and confused in their identity with emotion (or bland academic papers for that matter). It’s a completely different type of writing, it’s almost like an art. It’s a fun way of expressing yourself life with art or music. Just listen to the lyrics of a song or observe the hues of blue in a painting, their both trying to achieve a state of acceptance with whatever event or trauma just happened.
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