Recently my dad gave me a series of updates about my step-grandfather Clint, that went roughly like this:<\/p>\n
Your grandfather died today. He slipped into a coma and was declared dead by the hospital. <\/p>\n (next day) So Clint came back to life. Apparently his pacemaker brought him back. He woke up from his bed and waved ‘hi’ to everybody. <\/p>\n (next day) Clint passed away again peacefully in the hospital.<\/em> <\/p>\n I still don’t really know how to react to the news, and I haven’t really talked to my dad about how he feels about it. I barely knew Clint. I think I only met him about 4 or 5 times at the most. The news did have some heavy effect on me though. The day I heard of him coming back to life, I had this sort of personal crisis while getting out of the shower. <\/p>\n I remember stepping out of the shower, and while toweling off I had this major grapple with the question of whether or not I believed in the existence of my soul. As I looked inward it felt like I absolutely did have a soul, but it also felt easy to deny it and blow it off to an inflated ego\/fear of death. <\/p>\n I was looking at the beads of water on my arm and somehow that was triggering this heightened sensitivity to my temporary human flesh existence. I tried to imagine completely losing my identity and memories, and connections with people. <\/p>\n I wonder what Clint experienced in his extended moment of temporary death. <\/p>\n Sorry this is such a half-ass post. Just wanted to get some of these rough memories down before I lost them. <\/p>\n Yesterday I was connecting this experience to my musings about the existence of Love, but now I forget how I was connecting it. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Recently my dad gave me a series of updates about my step-grandfather Clint, that went roughly like this: Your grandfather died today. He slipped into a coma and was declared dead by the hospital. (next day) So Clint came back to life. Apparently his pacemaker brought him back. He woke up from his bed and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2989"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2989"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2989\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2990,"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2989\/revisions\/2990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2989"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2989"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jessemoynihan.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2989"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}