"passed away"

so, there was this blog called girldecides.tumblr.com and it’s gone now, or at least I can’t find it anymore. I dug through my browser history and had Google give me the cached copy of it. Anyway, there was this post there that I just can’t get out of my mind. I’m not gonna post the whole thing because I can’t find the original author to get permission. But one part summed up my feelings when my father died. It’s a silly thing, but one that annoyed the crap out of my for quite a while, still does. Here’s the excerpt.

“… (she) called me and asked me if I was sitting down and told me my dad had died. Well, she said “passed away” but I really hate the phrase “passed away” or “passed”—quite frankly I hate anything other than died, because people don’t pass, and we don’t lose them, they die. It’s a process that is just as biological as it is social and emotional and psychological, so let’s call a spade a spade, right?”

Anyway, the rest of the post is really powerful too and I’m sorry I didn’t message her when the blog was still up, becasue it was a post that I totally related to. I wish I could have told her that.