When you find out that charlotte is going to die, your reactions are similar to Wilbur’s. Frantic, panicking, hopeless. But we have to remember that to charlotte, this is a life. She has lived it. It’s been a year. Its time for her to die.
One day my mother brought home a necklace with beads around a cord. Every bead was a tiny skull. I was concerned it would bring us bad luck. Make something terrible happen to us. We looked it up online and found that it wasn’t a calling of death, but an acceptance of death. Form that day forth, I though of death that way.
This thing we call “death”, this passing, this losing, this ending. What is it really? It is the mark of completion of ones life. Charlotte
It is only death that comes to soon, by gun or accident or illness, which I think we have a right to grieve for. Sure, let’s be sad, let’s wish whoever was still here… but if it’s their time it’s their time, and you have to get over it.
I think the knowledge that you could have prevented something and it happened anyways is what really gets us. The fact that every thing could have been different. Wilbur slowly realizes that he couldn’t do anything for charlotte, and pretending to do so, was lying. He helped the only way he could, by making sure that her life lived on in her kids. I wonder if it replaced charlotte at all. I wonder if anything is replaceable.
The real issue with death is this constant fear of the unknown. If our parents would tell us that when we die, there’s a meadow that we all live in, and play in, we would all feel better. Heck, if they could tell us anything, we would all feel better.
I like how your entry was deep and philosophical. Like how we are part of a grand design. Part of something bigger thanm us, our homes, our world. I also like how you put in how we should accept death. But for most of us, death is scary, the part of not knowing is what we fear. What happens, heaven, hell or...just dissapearing. When that happens to someone you know, getting over it is hard. Not seeing them smiling, laughing, smirking when you screw up is hard. You miss them, and that's natural. I understand that eventually people get over it. But it takes time, you don't get over it immediantely. You can just say, "Oh, they died....suck it up. It happens,"
ReplyDeleteAnd I like how you connected the concept to you, to us.
Good job ^-^ *clappity clap clap*
Wow.Great, absolutley wonderful. I noticed the way you took something that happened in your life and related it to the book. I might want to try to use this in my next blog.
ReplyDeleteI loved the way you talked about life in the fourth and paragraph. It made me think about death in a different way. Kind of like Charlotte didThis piece was really good so keep it up!!
By the way, i want to ask you. How do you think humans are supposed to live their life and at the same time, think about death?
ReplyDeletei completly agree with what you are saying about death and how the only reason that we are afraid of death is that we dont really know what it is. there are a ton of books on different theorys on what happens after life, but if there is an afterlife, a life in heaven then what comes after that? now ms. rear is saying we have to go to dantes blog so thats that for now! -abby
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing. Personally, I thought that this was so good. I was like wow, how can i compare this to my blog.
ReplyDeleteI thought that you did this great job, connecting it to yourself, and at the very end you didn't bring it back to yourself or the book but the world in general.
I agree with you. There is this fear of death, and I guess its just in ourselves. We eventually "move on" but there is usually a grieving point after someone dies; Wilbur was frantic and scared for Charlotte and he cried to. But he cherished his moments with Charlotte. And I guess that was the beauty in Charlotte's Web and in life.