Hello, I'm Grace from West Virginia. My father died suddenly, unexpectedly yesterday from complications due to gallbladder surgery. My father was deeply religious, but he accepted me as an atheist. My family keeps saying "he is in a better place now". No, I think, he isn't. He's in a morgue about to be autopsied to figure out why such a healthy person is dead.
In a few days, I'm going home for his funeral where i am going to be surrounded by unpleseant religion I'm going to be nice about it through the nausea, because that's what Dad would have wanted. My sister requested the 23rd Pslam (which I hate) be read at the funeral as well as my least favorite hymn Amazing Grace. She told me to think about the 23rd Pslam and I would feel better. I hated that one when I was still a christian.
though I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil ~ Why would this make me feel better? My Dad was the nicest, most generous guy on the planet. Why would he fear evil?
My family talks about my Dad like he's just in another room that one day they will walk through and be with him. But I know he is gone. Gone. Gone. Dead as he will ever be. Whatever was that made him everything that he was has left the building. He's not floating on a cloud somewhere waiting for me. He is gone and I shall surely miss him. I have no atheist friends, so I found this board where hopefully I can talk to fellow atheists without being judged, prayed for, quoted scripture to or anything else patronizing. Sorry to dump all this emotional garbage in my first post, but I have no other atheists to talk to and i really can't stand to hear how slap happy my Dad is with Jesus, because I was slap happy having him here with me .