Greta Christina recently lost her father, as I’m sure many of you know, and she’s written a beautiful essay about him. You really should read it. It brought tears to my eyes because the man she describes is so much like my own father, who is 77 and, thankfully, still going strong.
Like her father, mine became an atheist as a teenager, without the benefit of billboard campaigns and organizations to provide intellectual stimulation and support. I wrote something similar about my father many years ago. I was fortunate enough to get to say all those things while he was still alive. In fact, what I wrote was actually a toast I gave at his 70th birthday party, which left both of us in tears. And I meant what I said then, that he is the best man I know. I can only wish I were more like him in many ways.
I especially liked this of Greta’s essay:
My dad, like me, was an atheist. And when you’re an atheist and a non-believer, and the people you love die, you don’t get to tell yourself that they aren’t really dead. You don’t get to tell yourself that you’re going to see them again someday, in some hypothetical post-death existence that somehow both is and is not life. You have to accept that death is really permanent, and really final.
This may be surprising to many believers… but atheist ways of dealing with death and grief are not actually dire, or hopeless, or without consolation. I’ve been surprised, in fact, at how comforting my humanism and my naturalism have been during my grief. And one of the many consolations in a humanist view of death is the idea that people who have died live on: not literally in a supernatural afterlife, but metaphorically, in the ways they’ve changed the world. The people are gone, but like the water in a pond when a rock is tossed in, the ripples continue to radiate out, even after the stone has sunk to the bottom. My dad is dead, he is gone finally and forever… but the world is different, and I am different, because he was alive.
And let me say this too: The world is different, and I am different, for having known Greta too. Her dad was a lot like mine and he helped make her the wonderful person she is today. I admire so many things about her, and this essay and the grace with which she has handled this painful situation only gives me one more.