Ever Experience a Kind of Iconic Death?
We all, at some phase of our lives, experience the death of a friend or loved one. In fact, more than just one. And each one death detracts from our happiness to a degree.
But have you ever experienced a death that affected you more than it would seem it should? I call this an iconic death. I experienced one about a week ago. It was not the death of a mate, my father, my mother, or a child or sibling. It was the death of a first cousin.
Cousin Theresa was a full 18 years older than I. I have rarely seen her, if at all, since my teenage years. When I was a child, I'd see her at a family gathering, maybe. Just maybe. But I would see her on occasion during my childhood days.
You see, she suffered from frequent depression spells. And the one who was best able to boost her spirits was my father. My mother, my sister, and I were not present when Dad would have his chats with Theresa. But after a half hour or an hour or so, she would leave, seeming to be in much better spirits.
Certainly Theresa valued the visits, since she would return again for help to the one who as able to help her.
Don't ask me to explain why I feel as I do, but all my early life, and now, I've often wished I could have said something to encourage my cousin. Now, at the age of 87, she is gone and needs no more encouragement. Her death was, to me, an iconic death. A part of my life experience has left us.
Image Credit » Theresa - Family Photo 1950s