Mormons and Death: Introduction
In honor of Memorial day, in which we not only honor our Veterans but all those who have passed away, The Exponent blog will be putting up several posts through Thursday of this week (beginning with yesterday’s poll) that explore Mormon’s perceptions and experiences with death. As we have realized the importance of really diving into the myriad of associated issues, which are fundamentally such an important part of life, we will then continue the “death-themed” series weekly on the blog on Wednesdays through the end of July. The pieces by a variety of perma- and guest- bloggers will cover a range of topics including this introduction (5/30), Mormon funerals (5/31), unconventional funerals (6/1), miscarriage/ stillbirth (6/2), the death of a child (6/8), suicide (6/15), the right to die (6/22), organ donation (6/29), giving comfort (7/6), the afterlife (7/13), cemeteries (7/20), and grieving rituals (7/27), as well as a couple themed polls on Sundays at the beginning and the end of the series. We hope that the posts will open the discussion of the impact of death on our lives. While they may often be very heavy and sad topics, we believe it is important to discuss them. We also hope the posts will be a great resource in the future for those thinking about the issues. (As a note, if there is a specific aspect you would like to see discussed, please let us know).
By D.H. Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.