It sucks watching my grandmother bury all of her friends and family.
This. One of the saddest parts of settling up my grandfather's affairs on Friday was when my mom and her sister and his whatchamacallit-not-strictly-legal-widow conferred about who needed to be contacted, and realized that aside from business acquaintances there was only one person to call. And he wasn't any kind of recluse: he was a gregarious, expansive extrovert with a huge circle of friends, and he'd outlived all but one of them.
Oh my word, Kat. That's too much temptation.
he'd outlived all but one of them.
See. This is a compelling argument for having a family. Then there would always be people in your life that you haven't outlived who ostensibly
Well, my grandfather had a family, whom he adored and who adored him, but there's just something about friends, the people you're not related to and to whom you have no legal ties, whom you've chosen entirely of your own free will to love as family and who often know you in ways that your actual birth family just can't.
I don't actually see any proof that god exists, so that's where my head doesn't wrap, Cindy.
I don't actually see any proof that god exists, so that's where my head doesn't wrap, Cindy.
There's where folks like us get tripped up, Allyson. It's not about proof. It's about faith. Of which I have none. I don't think you can prove the existence of God. But some people believe in spite of the lack of evidence.
That's also one other thing I don't get. Why doesn't God give us definite proof? Might make converting people a tad bit easier.
I don't think you can prove the existence of God. But some people believe in spite of the lack of evidence.
I don't think you prove the existence of God, either. But I see evidence all around me that other people discount as accident.
Yeah, I have no faith, either. The more I know about the Way Things Work, the more puzzled I am in faith in some supreme being playing with action figures in the dirt for reasons no one can guess. I might as well believe in a custard pie with the face of Mary oozing tears of sugar down the sides of an aluminum pan and fall to my knees and pray.
Yeah, there's no wrapping your head around faith.
Heh Jesse, I read your name as
Jesus,
when I first saw that post.
