Why 'Trailing Death'?

My name is beth and I am super new at blogging (think: I don't even have a cell phone!) so I apologise in advance for any breaches of blog etiquette.

I have been working at my Anthropology undergrad degree for the last six years as a 'mature' student...I started when I was 34 (I'll let you do the math).  Perhaps getting to be mid-life means that death will become a nearer neighbour. Two years ago, over a one year period, five people in my life died.  Only one of them was a close friend but it had an impact nonetheless.  It is interesting that I can intellectually understand that death is a part of the circle of life and that my North American culture deals with death poorly but still get caught up in shock and dismay at its presence in my life.  Since then I have been trailing what death means to me and how to respond to it (like what to say to my 100 year old Grandma who asks: 'what do you think happens to us when we die?').

Weeble the wonder cat

That I have never seen a naturally dead body (ie unembalmed) except of my poor sweet cat Weeble, is a fact that I find abhorrent.  Gosh, I'm finding the need to qualify to the Universe that I don't REALLY want to see a naturally dead body any time soon!  I am fortunate to have the opportunity to explore what death means through an Archaeology of Death class right now and am excited to see the myriad ways people have dealt with this inevitable part of life.

I can't promise wit or humour in this blog but am hoping for thoughtfulness and poignancy.

Thanks so much for sharing in my leap into the blogging world!

beth =)