My dad is dying and my brother wants to bring in a priest and I want to respect dad's stated atheism, but we're both just scared and trying to do right by someone we love. Every conversation about his final days becomes about our different relationships with faith and death, and I don't know how to separate my grief from my beliefs.
More people experience this than they realize.
Death strips away everything except love and fear, but even love can divide when it speaks in different languages of comfort.
“Where Are You with Mesopotamian religion — Sumerian Babylonian Assyrian?”
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