We Buried Him Yesterday Poem by Robert Denton

We get traumatized by some of the most natural occurrences like the death of a parent or friend or sister and brother. I feel numb and lost after the passing of my father. We buried him yesterday, well, he was cremated and we had a memorial. Fortunately, he was a terrific person and loving father. We have such good memories of him which is a good thing, but oddly it intensifies the feeling of loss.

What bothers me is how people say, 'oh, he's in a better place' or 'he's looking down upon us' or 'he's with Jesus now ' or 'he is in peace in heaven' as if they truly believe what they are saying. But they don't know. And I don't know. The man has died, he is not here, he is not breathing, he is not alive, so don't say that he lives on because that is a lie.

People seek comfort in the strangest places and in the strangest ways. Humans live in denial and love it. I personally hate it. Denial is false. It is a rejection of reality. It is a rejection of truth and fact.