They make it seem so easy to come back from death in the movies and soap operas. However, not all of them end up reuniting with their loved ones and some even end up in disaster. Double Jeopardy, Days Of Our Lives, and Bold And Beautiful, to name a few, have characters that have died and miraculously returned, although in Double Jeopardy it would have been for the best if the character had stayed dead, or at least made sure he stayed out of sight, because it surely didn’t end well for him. The two soap operas did not exactly see long-lasting reunions either, because their spouses moved on eventually.
Some may come back reincarnated as someone or something else, and I’m not sure if that is such a good thing, but if you come back as the epitome of what you thought was beautiful and sexy maybe it would not be so bad. How many times has that ever happened in the movies? The majority come back to tie up loose ends, whether it be finding a will or making sure that the love of their lives knew that they loved them.
And of course there is another side to this story: the zombie. Whoever was the mastermind behind creating zombies didn’t know the phenomenon it was going to become. Although they are mostly portrayed as undead, mindless, cannibalistic corpses roaming the earth, there seems to be a turning point, like in the movie Warm Bodies. This movie features a zombie who has feelings, who can think, and of course fall in love with a girl whose boyfriend he coincidentally ate. However disgusting that sounds, that was the way the zombie was able to see her boyfriend’s memories. If you look at it from a third-party point of view it makes sense, because the brain is where all our memories are stored, not that I am promoting cannibalism or anything, I’m merely making zombie science sound realistic.
Alive, dead, undead, coma, on the verge of death, or coming back from the dead will always be a part of the silver screen as well as novels. Coincidentally, one of the characters in Jason’s Heart, Secrets and Lies (a Kongpub novel), comes back from the dead. Whether we like, love, or loath the idea, the dead, undead, almost dead, and reincarnated are here to stay.
Trying to work through the death of a loved one is difficult for most of us. Some share their grief with like-minded people, others suffer in silence, and there are those who wonder how they will continue. Not everyone deals with grief the same way, but in the end, everyone reaches the road that leads to healing. Once we have reached the point where we can speak about a lost love without shedding tears, we are well on our way.
Nevertheless, how far on the road of recovery should one be before attempting to sort through your loved one’s keepsakes? Some say it is therapeutic and others say it only opens wounds. Moreover, how do you decide what to keep? If you really loved them, it is very hard to discard their property, especially items that still have their smell or handwriting.
When my father died, we left everything as-is for a couple of months, then one day Mom and I decided it was time to sort through his things. When I opened the cupboard, the smell of Jade East aftershave wafted through the room, and although at the time I pretty much worked through my grief and was able to speak about him without crying, that smell was too much for me. I remember closing my eyes and it was as if my father were standing in front of me. It was a nostalgic moment, but when I opened my eyes reality came back and I bawled. It was different; it was not as painful as it was in the beginning.
We sat on the bed going through his stuff and when I look back, we were really a sight, with snot and tears running and Mom insisting on hugging everything and recalling when and where my father bought it. I remember the last thing on the list was a shoebox, in which Grandma put all Dad’s personal items. Mom opened it and tipped the contents onto the bed before she carefully went through the items. His wedding band, watch, and a set of four false teeth with five gold splits were among the items.
She looked at me smiled and asked, “Should I have this made into a necklace?” I laughed, because although it belonged to my father, wearing his dentures around my neck just would not seem right, and neither would keeping them either. It was not something I could or would want to show my kids one day and tell them it belonged to their grandfather.
The thing is, at one point we have to decide what is important to keep, whether it has sentimental value or not, and store it in a box like the one Sharona found belonging to her departed husband in Jason’s Heart, Secrets and Lies, a novel by Kong Pub. As for my father’s dentures, I have no idea what Mom did with them, but I trust that she did not have a necklace made.