Born Again Funeral Junkie – a response to growing up atheist
Growing up, I used to think funerals were exotic things that other people’s families had — like a holiday house — something just a bit out of our reach. My family didn’t ‘do’ funerals. We didn’t even ‘do’ death. As for any talk of an afterlife, well, don’t even go there. When I was seven Mum’s father died. He lived in a country town far from Sydney, so we rarely saw him. My brothers and I were not told of his passing, but I overheard a phone call between Mum and her brother. I could only hear her end of the call. She was worked up, almost shouting...
