This morning I went for a quick visit to see Nanny. I took some photos of the paper flower cut-outs that someone has made and put in vases on the dining room tables at the nursing home.
You can see them below.
I don't get upset talking about it at all because, in reality, I am happy for him that he is now at peace. He would have hated knowing that he was living his life the way he did with dementia. There is no dignity with that disease.
Anyway, my hairdresser is so lovely. Their salon is closed on Mondays, but she said that if the funeral happened to be on a Monday, she would come in and do my hair for me beforehand.
The veteran owner, who I will call Angela, told me how her cousin’s daughter’s husband had a brain aneurysm last night and died. Angela is very close with her cousin’s daughter, who is around the same age as her, which would be late fifties, and she is devastated.
He was 62 years old, and apparently he wasn’t feeling well at dinner and vomited. He said he was going to have a shower, and his wife went to check on him. He collapsed, they called an ambulance, and then he died.
Angela’s cousin’s daughter is 58 years old, and together with her late husband they have five children. She was a hairdresser, and he was a builder, and they had just built their dream house. Life can be so incredibly unfair. My dad was 95 years old, and he had lived a good life, but 62 is still young. There is so much more life to be lived.
Angela told me that the family are Jehovah's Witnesses and then added that they weren't the annoying type that tried to convert you. I said that was a shame because they are my favourite ones. Jehovah's Witnesses are always welcome in my home, and I also invite Mormons in for a chat.
My brother and parents were never too happy about that growing up, but I have a lot of respect for them because they believe that they have this incredible, amazing news about God and Jesus and want to share it with the world. So why not knock on doors, shout it from the rooftops, and tell anyone who will listen?
I bet the Jehovah's Witness community will be a wonderful support for Angela's cousin's daughter. I remember going to one of their gatherings, and one of the men in the leadership group told me that the congregation physically built the meeting hall. Another reason why this religion has my thumbs up.
My mother, however, gives them a thumbs down. I just told her about that man's untimely death and mentioned that he was a Jehovah's Witness. She was sad to hear of his passing but was very quick to express her disdain towards the religion. She explained that they don't believe in blood transfusions, and many years ago, a young Jehovah's Witness girl needed a transfusion, but her parents wouldn't allow it because of their beliefs, and she died. Apparently, legislation has since been changed so that can never happen again.
I think there should be no obstacles in the way of any child having a life-saving procedure such as a blood transfusion, and anything less is nothing short of a crime. That is a very sad story about that little girl, but I don't think it makes an entire religion bad because of a belief, which, although dreadful, I can see why they believe that.
I still very genuinely respect anyone who is going to take time out of their day to knock on my door with an interest in saving my soul. Most of the time I've spoken to people from religions like that, I was a lot younger and had no money, so I had nothing to contribute financially, but they didn't care. Now I'm older and have far less money than I did to start with, so there is nothing I could really give any religion, but I feel like most Christians would take me. And if it weren't for Yahweh and Jesus, I would join in a heartbeat.
