Anonymous wrote:No. I don't understand the point. Going to the place where they're decomposing is of no comfort or interest to me.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Nope. As a Hindu, there is no grave. The cremated remains (ashes and whatever bones remained) was immersed in a river. The body is temporary, the soul is permanent. The body is destroyed and dispersed as million pieces of ashes so that the soul cannot follow it or remain attached to the dead body. It needs to move on.
How do we connect with our ancestors? We have a period every year where we pray for our ancestors and give them food and drink, also practice charity in their names.
Why give ancestors food and drink? They are dead. How is this any different the going to their grave. I guess just different ways to honor them but same sentiment.
Anonymous wrote:Nope. As a Hindu, there is no grave. The cremated remains (ashes and whatever bones remained) was immersed in a river. The body is temporary, the soul is permanent. The body is destroyed and dispersed as million pieces of ashes so that the soul cannot follow it or remain attached to the dead body. It needs to move on.
How do we connect with our ancestors? We have a period every year where we pray for our ancestors and give them food and drink, also practice charity in their names.
Anonymous wrote:No. They’re not in their graves and I’m no closer to them at the cemetery than I am anywhere else. Plus, cemeteries are depressing. I don’t want to be reminded of death.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Nope. They aren’t there. I also don’t really make anything of the day they died. It is the least consequential day of their existence. I don’t keep track of how long they’ve been gone either. I remember them on their birthdays, the day they were given to the world, and how long they were here and the wonderful moments we shared.
At a certain point, highlighting birthdays seems unnecessary as well. For example, my grandmother died many years ago, but I have a cousin who goes out of her way to flag her birthday each year, sending group chat messages like, "Did you guys forget what today is?" Granny would've been 187!" "Let's all wish her a happy 187th heavenly birthday!"
Your second death is the day you are forgotten.