I remember someone saying this when someone died:"God had an important job for him in heven."
Like god does not have trillions of people to choose from to do his so called jobs?
Years ago. More precisely 30 years ago I lost my best friend when he was hit by a truck and killed. He was 25 and left behind a wife ,2 children and one on the way. After the funeral the brother of one of my friends said "God must have needed a carpenter in heaven". I wanted to throttle this moron but another friend saw it in my eyes and talked me down. Does anyone realize just how stupid that sounds. The God of the universe who holds every atom together needs someone to drive nails into some wood. He needs him so badly that he needs him more than a young woman with three small children and no means of support. I'm sorry. The "he's in a better place" comments seem to just get my goat.
With that said I am willing to give this woman a pass because of the relationship. Mother/Son.
But I think the farther removed you are emotionally you have an obligation not to say stupid stuff.
Sorry to hear that, but you're absolutely right. People have said the same load of crap to me about my brother. He died of Hodgkin's when he was 29. Had the same responses, "God needed him in heaven." Well what the fuck for? Another soul to kneel and kiss his ass for eternity? Is God that self-serving and insecure? So his widow can mourn him for the last 20 years, which the poor woman has? And those were basically the responses I gave, just more politely. I wanted to knock his damn teeth out, and if he was a stranger I probably would have.
But when you live your life by a fairy tale that discourages you from using your brain, I guess it's pretty difficult for these people to think about what they say rather than just blindly regurgitating what they're programmed to say. You can't expect people to think for themselves when every decision in their lives comes out of an owner's manual. Following along like good little sheep.
The weird thing is when I think about it I seem to be angry at a God that isn't even there.
Oh well 13 years of Catholic school scars the brain is ways we can only begin to imagine.