A sign of the Times

Kirjoittaja on New Yorkissa varttunut ja Helsingissä naisistunut copywriter.

Dear Lissu,

That was a beautiful letter, and I’m very sorry to hear about the death of your friend. That said, I’m not 100% sure I like the idea of telling people you love them every single minute of the day.  It kind of gives me the creeps – sort of like:  ”Listen, I’m telling you I love you just in case you walk out the front door and get hit by a car.  Then I won’t feel guilty.”  I think it’s better to behave like you love someone.  I don’t mean never say it – just don’t say it as emotional insurance.

Of course lots of people believe there’s an afterlife and that it’s possible to communicate with the dearly departed. I’ve always hoped there’s life after death, but I’ve never believed it. But this morning I realized something that changed my mind.

As you know, I am an avid reader of the New York Times obituaries.  There are also ”In Memoriums” on that page.  Many times they say things like:  “Dear Grandma, We have missed you these past five years.  Since you have gone, Shirley had a baby girl, and your grandson Max had his Bar Mitzvah.”  Obviously, that means you can still get the New York Times delivered after you die. If that’s not proof of an afterlife, I don’t know what is.

Um, ok, I think I just proved a major cosmic theory and I haven’t even had my breakfast yet.