It’s the Holiday Season, folks, and unlike any other merriest time of the year and good cheer, unknown or unnoticed by many, funeral homes are making a killing once again. A morbid truth but the holiday spirit brings with it not only gladness, happiness, and joy but also depression, desperation, and thus, untimely deaths.
The climate of the season for each of us to be merry, unbeknownst to many, becomes one of the three demanding schedules for the mortician, the funeral homes, the crematoriums, and of course, the cemeteries. The most common reasons for deaths given: accidents and suicides. Unavoidable, you say, but then again, isn’t what we only wanted is to be happy, to forget our miseries, to start anew? Yet we succumb to the pressures to show a happy face and take risks we never thought would include our lives, especially, for the losers and lonely among us.
It seems that with the celebration, a more unseemly direction is taken by some of the participants whether in the company of others or in the privacy of their homes. According to local funeral owners, December, March, and May (not counting the climate changes that occur in mid August—at least, in my country here in Asia where disastrous floods and landslides were normal occurrences in the nature of things), these months were the busiest (if not the most lucrative) for them. March (Graduation Day) becomes highlighted for those who failed and took their lives than suffer humiliation, plus the unfortunate misadventures of the overjoyed who graduated, engaging in celebrations that went the wrong way. And for May, the month of flowers and youthful delights, of excursions, picnics, and outdoor adventures, road accidents, car or bus crashes, drowning, and fires become common occurrences.
Yet, December seems particularly keen on the suicides for obvious reasons: depression and despair. Desperation becomes visible and clear on the faces of some during the holidays, where almost everybody wears a good cheer shopping, eating, drinking, lounging, gift-giving, touring, or enjoying things planned ahead just for this occasion of gladness and merriment all over the world.
How many hearts lay wasted and broken in the lurch, where once hope shines so brightly and expectant for the individual, thinking that because it is the Holidays, a more affirmative, positive result can be had? I know of someone who broke the heart of her friend on Christmas day—the guy’s birthday!—by saying no to his proposal, and showing him she’s attached to someone else: She allowed the guy to meet each other on the same day. Do you feel the pain? Does it hurt?
How many dreams of wealth, of glory, of fame and fortune were shattered—and which the recollections became more obvious and painful during the Holidays—when everyone celebrates in glorious abandon without thought or concern, blind and drunk while they wallowed in their own pretensions? How many will drink their frustrations to death? How many will swallow their pills to forget, to sleep, and lay unawake till found the next day—sad, piteous, and gone forever?
How many unwanted life beating at the hearts of the soon-to-be-mothers will be aborted, only for the sake of the person thinking of starting anew, of forgetting the bad experience, of the accident that was not meant to happen at all—precautions were taken but it broke, Father—and thus, all guilt washed off? (I am not anti abortion, especially if it was due to rape or incest, but many unborn lives perished without a trace during this Season of Joy).
The Holiday Season magnifies a glaring desperation: The need to be with someone, to communicate with that someone, to feel important and love by that someone, or simply, to share and enjoy the delightful feelings with someone closest and most precious to one’s heart. Yet, how many can say they have someone? Or better yet, how many will spend it with a family?
Before the season is over, remember a person that was neglected or forgotten in your life—maybe last year or this year—and try to communicate. A simple hello or hi, or if you’re in the mood since it is the holidays, why not drop by? It is more important and valuable than a flask of rare wine.
Save the day, wear an honest face, bear your heart and carry your precious life waiting ahead of you—full and above everybody else’s—fill it with hope and dreams, all in a day’s cycle of life.