The note:
"We have so many questions that have no answers. But one. Was Grayson loved? The answer is yes. By us, his brother Cameron, his sister Erica, all of his extended family, by his friends, by his fellow players and - it seems - by many of you who are reading this. He was loved and he will be missed. Life wasn't always easy for Grayson, and although he took his own life, we know he rests peacefully now."
My analysis:
What's the rush? I have been saying for years now that nearly all post-death comments are ridiculous and unsatisfactory and insufficient. And yet(!) everyone always feels the heat and thinks that they need to say something—and quick!
So he committed suicide. Share that, no problem. But share only that.
But if you are going to be poetic, then commit.
"…that have no answers." Oooo. So well-written.
"…but one…" Oooo. So provocative.
Are you dying to know what that one question is? Isn't their rhetorical tool-bag just brimming? And don't you know that they could've used other devices here too? Eh, eh, eh?
Umm, no. Fail on both accounts.
I would've never thought, "Was Grayson loved?" was the one question that we can know the answer to. Never. His eternal resting place is more provable and tenable and defensible than whether he was loved.
The remaining words before the second thing they "know" (I forget; was it one or two answerable questions?) are so self-serving I will roll over in my grave when I get there, in support of poor Grayson.
Using the spotlight to rattle off the names of everyone who couldn't possibly have had a hand in creating the darkness? It's sickening.
Maybe I am wrong. Maybe that wasn't their point. Maybe they just wanted to use the occasion to introduce themselves to the world. (Wwwwwhich would be worse, of course.)
Then the second (if unnumbered) known. "He rests peacefully."
Hmm. Sure. Tell yourself that. And then repeat it to us. And then use our well-bred social tact, which prevents us from arguing the point, to confirm its truth. In fact, I think that is the exact recipe for knowing a lie about the afterlife from a truth about the afterlife. Or at least Paul of Tarsus indicates as much, doesn't he?
Or not.
For me, I had a sociology class in high school which required us to write our own obituary. That was probably my first introduction to the concept. Second was flight training. Third was combat. Fourth was reading the Columbine things. Fifth and most impactful was when the University of Utah student was murdered during the #MeToo heyday and her professor parents described her in the most embarrassing manner available to people with such enormous vocabularies.
After that one I wrote what I wanted any note about me to say and sent it to my mom. (Probably should send to others as well. She's no spring chicken these days.)
Do I expect her to actually use the words? Hell, yes! If she knows what is good for her she will.
But even if she doesn't, it has led to some good conversations and I like conversations.
As someone who has worked around death for most of his adult life, I want to share a little secret with you, dear reader. Death is no accident. It is not a mistake. It is not correctable. It is not a glitch in the matrix. We die. All of us. One by one by one by one.
What is an accident, what is a mistake, what is correctable, and what is a glitch is lying. Furthermore, I would go so far as to say "not speaking from the heart" in the time of death counts as lying too.
Was Grayson loved? Hard to say. We seem to think love is stronger than everything, and is the very light that keeps the darkness away. But of course no one would admit they don't participate in love. Why didn't the light work, then?
Is Grayson at peace? Well, that depends on many variables—even if we have direct evidence of his belief in Jesus Christ as the Son of the Living God. While not en vogue, I still put my money on the idea that most people think the after-effects of suicide on the soul are not pleasant. But maybe that's just me.
To be clear: if you're a parent or spouse or child of someone who dies, and if you want to say something, take your time. There is no rush. But know that you can screw it up. And you should want to avoid screwing it up. You pretty much only get one chance at it.
For all you naysayers out there, after a mere three more days than his parents had, here is what I came up.
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Grayson killed himself. No one knows what that feels like—don't be fooled.
We are sad. And we are confused.
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