The Orange Girl : Jostein Gaarder
How can strength and healing arise out of tragedy and loss? I have personally asked myself this question for many years out of my teenage life. I believe that while I am currently reading the book,
The Orange Girl by Jostein Gaarder. I will be able to maybe have a greater understanding of what death and loss really creates for people, how after many years of developing and living without that important person will create maturity, and a greater understanding of what life really is all about. In The Orange Girl Jostein expresses a topic that I can easily relate to. Georg Røed was a boy of fifteen years old. At the age of eleven, his father passed away from cancer. After his death, Georg receives letters from his father and is informed of a mysterious girl, who his father considers “The Orange Girl”. From beyond the grave, Georg’s father is hoping that Georg will be able to help him solve the mystery of The Orange Girl’s appearance.
I can relate to Georg Røed greatly in the sense that his father died of cancer, while he was at the age of eleven. I was about the same age as him, when my father died from cancer as well. As he mentions how he only really has a vague memory of his father, but for t
he most part has a positive perspective of what his father was. I can relate to this, because even after only 10 years of my father. I have this certain idea in my head that he was a great man, and I look up to him greatly. Even though I hear my mother speaking as if he was nothing like what I presume he was. I believe that is only because after 18 years of being married to him, and then the two separating, she has a completely different sense in how he was then I do. I have many positive memories of my father that I am very happy to have. I remember being able to go swimming with dad when I was atleast at the age of 7 or 8. It is definitely one of my favorite past times. As Jostein expresses through Georg’s experience in the first couple of pages of the book, Georg has a picture of his father and himself only a few weeks before the death of his father. He describes his father as being very thin in the face, and looking as if he is very weak. I do not have any pictures of my dad from when he was in this condition, and I am happy that I don’t. The memories haunt me
enough. I can remember quite easily, my father in The Grey Nuns Hospital in Edmonton. I remember that during his last week, he received a drug to help him sleep, for he hadn’t slept in many weeks due to loss of strength, and ability to relax in the night. I remember that I felt very depressed to see my dad in such a condition. Before those 18 months of lung cancer I always remember my dad as a very strong, happy, and quick witted man. The type of man that I respected, and could look to for any advice at all. Seeing him in such a condition unsettled me the most.
I can remember the Thursday before that week, I was attending one of my Theatre Parties. It was a farewell to a former cast member, they were moving away to Abbotsford, British Columbia. Little did I know that that would not be the only farewell of the week. I remember going up to Edmonton that Friday, and my Aunt Kathy telling me that on Thursday my father kept asking everyone “Where is Ashlee?” I felt guilt, and I felt dispair. I felt as if I had let my father down. Especially because after that Thursday, that is when Dad was put on the antibiotics to help him sleep. I felt as if that may have been one of his last words. Which left me in even more dispair then before. The thought that maybe that meant something, maybe I really wasn’t here for my Dad even before that day. I felt guilt, and saddened by these words. Also, because after they gave him the antibiotics, he never woke up again. Even to this day, it makes me very depressed to think back to the day when my father passed away. I’ve grown
up thinking that maybe I am very ignorant on the issue I’m given. Which is related to when I was not there for my Dad, for his last words. However, I have grown to realize that this is one of the stages of grief. 1. Denial 2. Anger 3. Bargaining 4. Depression (Barganing) and 5. Acceptance. I have learned to accept that my dad is gone now. However I still am a bit stuck in the depression stage. I am glad to have had such a great father, to remember and I believe that having a dad who died from lung cancer, has only made me even more unreceptive to cigarette smoking.
Loss is definitely an issue that many of us have, and if not will experience in our lives. We must all learn to accep the fact that everyone passes away. Even though it is a very scary thought. We must accept that one major reason we are alive today, is so that we can enjoy what we have
today. I have learned to accept that everyone dies, it is normal to be afraid of what really happens in the end. However no one has really ever complained about being dead? So it must not be to devastating to experience.
The Orange Girl seems to be a book that could, and would help many people who have experienced loss, and tradgedy in their personal lives. I have yet to finish this book, and I am definitely enjoying it already. I am definitely satisfied so far of this book, and I would recommend it to many people if they’re experiencing loss. Even though it is quite the supernatural book, being that the father in some sense “speaks beyond the grave”. I personally enjoy books related to this, because I have always been interested in the super natural and ghost like stories that may actually be true.
This video is a very heart-breaking documentary on what lung-cancer REALLY does to a person.
I watched this video this summer, and all of the horrors of seeing my Dad die from cancer, just all repeated itself.
This video imparticular has helped me say no to smoking as much as I can.
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or know if I certainly could say that I believe in the “eternal life” after death. I do not even know if I could say that this is what would be best for myself. My concept of “life” at this stage is only so bleak and small. I’ve experienced many troublesome times in life. I’m not completely sure if I would wish to live after death, not knowing exactly how this “mortal soul” and “eternal life” really will be. There may be a promised land, there may be a God, but how do we know for certain that this God is really what we’re all looking for?
we only know so much, I still love to try and exercise my brain into trying to learn, and believe in greater philosophies as I did when I was younger.