Buddhist customs & sister.
Dec. 14th, 2007 06:18 pmMy sister's birthday was on Wednesday. She should've been/is 19 years old, two years younger than me.
The priest told my parents not to be said because according to our branch of Buddhism, the third day is when my sister's soul starts floating around and looking for a new body, and it's very rare that the third day after someone's death is also the same day that they're reborn into a new body.
( A few more details on what's being done. )
I don't know exactly when the funeral is happening, but I'll try to keep updating. Thank you all for your well-wishes in my earlier post; I appreciate the sentiment.
Also, I realized that I skipped over some key stuff in this post, so basically:
I'm in Austria. I flew down on Wednesday. I'm flying to Sri Lanka next Tuesday, coming back to Vienna on Saturday/Sunday, and my sister is going to be cremated and have her ashes scattered in the ocean. She died of cardiac arrest brought on by pneumonia. That's the same thing that Sandy, a handicapped girl in a class I worked with in the summer of 2005, died of.
My sister was severely disabled. I keep getting told she's better off like this because she's no longer suffering. I have a hard time being consoled by something that boils down to "she's better off dead", even though I know that's not what they mean.
I miss my friends.
The priest told my parents not to be said because according to our branch of Buddhism, the third day is when my sister's soul starts floating around and looking for a new body, and it's very rare that the third day after someone's death is also the same day that they're reborn into a new body.
( A few more details on what's being done. )
I don't know exactly when the funeral is happening, but I'll try to keep updating. Thank you all for your well-wishes in my earlier post; I appreciate the sentiment.
Also, I realized that I skipped over some key stuff in this post, so basically:
I'm in Austria. I flew down on Wednesday. I'm flying to Sri Lanka next Tuesday, coming back to Vienna on Saturday/Sunday, and my sister is going to be cremated and have her ashes scattered in the ocean. She died of cardiac arrest brought on by pneumonia. That's the same thing that Sandy, a handicapped girl in a class I worked with in the summer of 2005, died of.
My sister was severely disabled. I keep getting told she's better off like this because she's no longer suffering. I have a hard time being consoled by something that boils down to "she's better off dead", even though I know that's not what they mean.
I miss my friends.
