My wife’s grandmother dyed last week; she was 96 years old
and has had a good life, so nothing to be sad about per say, but a life to be
celebrated. My mother died last February. She was 90 and also had a good long
life. Also my dog died November 2011 and she was cheated the most as she only
had 7 plus years. Big dogs die young as a rule.
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| My Mom |
I personally believe in Einstein that energy cannot be
created or destroyed; it can only be changed from one form to another. So I
like to think their energy still inhabits the universe and for the record, that
about as close to being religious as I will ever come. So why am I being such a
Debby Downer on a comic book blog; well this is a filler post in some ways.
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| Helen |
Due to Helen’s (my grandmother in law) funeral there is no
way I will be reading any comics this week and/or having enough time to do a
week in review. We are down to 4 core writers so getting coverage in short
order is tough thing for us to do. I’ll let them cover up Tuesday, but while
contemplating death I figured out something about death and comics. Not a grand
revelation or a epiphany, yet is a thought that struck me about comics in
general.
Comics are missing the boat because the cape and cowl set
don’t ever deal with death. Death is part of the life cycle. If we lived
forever how different would we act? Would progress grind to a halt because we
are happy with what we have? Would ambition be gone or would it be in
hyper-drive? Would we have marriages? Would days seem like grains of sand or a
beach, each singe day is just a thing and nothing to be treasured?
