Why Not Just Live in a Coffin Until You Die?
I'd been looking after my aging parents for years. Along the way I became an old woman myself. My parents became unwell and died and I thought I would have some time to find my life and get it back again after all these years. My siblings had come for the funerals. I was glad to see them, and some of their families again.
It had been a long time since I really had time to myself. So, I went out for a coffee, walked there alone, read a book for awhile and then came back home again.
My siblings had a dumpster in the driveway and were tossing everything into it. Everything, my parents belongings and my own. "What do you need all that stuff for?" "You just have too much stuff!" "Won't you feel so much better without all this useless, old stuff?"
They had also planned what would be done with the house, forgetting that I was included in the will and would have half of the value of it as payment, or thanks, for looking after our parents for so many years.
They planned what I would do, what I was allowed to keep... even all my decorations for Halloween and Christmas were disposed of. My books, all but the one I had been reading that day. My kitchen appliances, the French press coffee maker and the coffee beans, my furniture, even my bed and all the sheets and blankets. They had decided to throw it all away.
I was devastated. Years of looking after our parents had made me quiet, almost dormant. In shock, I was silent and stunned. I didn't say anything.
Then... they pulled out a large box with the local discount department store logo on it.
"Look what we found... its so comfortable looking and takes up so little space. It could fit in someone's garage, though we haven't decided who will take it."
It was a coffin.
"It's big enough for you to live in. Isn't that something?!"
They had taken away everything and expected me to live in a coffin, until I died.
Some days this is how I feel. Family keep making decisions for me, deciding they know better. They throw out or give away things that matter to me. With no family of my own, no children, husband, not even a cat... what I have is literally all I have. I do feel it would be just so convenient for them all if I just lived in a coffin until I died.