I’ve got a bone to pick with Target: why is it that there is a whole section of the store dedicated to birth and babies, and not even an aisle dedicated to death and grieving?
Stick with me here a minute, I’ll explain.
As a full-time working, married, 36 year old, mom of two, I am the demographic for retailers. I have no time, I have money, and I have hungry kids at home waiting for dinner.
Target shopping is serious business for me. If you can go into a Target and spend less than $100 consider yourself a unicorn, because I am not sure how that is possible. Target has everything you’d ever need, and so much pretty stuff you really don’t need but can buy anyway.
But they don’t have a death aisle.
This somewhat ridiculous realization came to me after the recent passing of my mother.
Death and talking about death is not something as a culture we do particularly well. I mean, why is it that everyone knows someone’s birth story (I labored for 72 hours blah blah blah) but not everyone, in fact very few people, know a death story in all its difficult detail?