Oh, Ophelia. Dear sweet, innocent, and good Ophelia, we are
gathered here today grief stricken over your death. Words cannot describe how
unjustified the events were that contributed to your feelings of loneliness and
abandonment. Even if we could give you
the Christian burial you deserve, I believe even that wouldn’t be enough to
truly honor you. I just hope that wherever you may be now, that you are finally
at rest and have found the feeling of warmth being at home could only give- something
I now know was impossible for you to find here still with us.
In her last moments, Ophelia was clearly not herself. But, even reflecting back, Ophelia was never really her own person. It was her constant obedience and lack of control that drove her into depression and madness. For one to feel as Ophelia has there isn’t much, or any, motivation to continue on with life. In Ophelia’s eyes things weren’t going to get better. There simply wasn’t anything left for her to live for. Although, there was hope remaining in Ophelia’s after-life. It is said that before succumbing to the waters of the river, Ophelia was singing songs of “old tunes.” Ophelia wasn’t scared; she knew death held possibilities of happiness and freedom.
It is my belief that Ophelia didn’t go to the brook that fateful day with the intention to kill herself- rather that she welcomed her death with open arms. Though it may be hard for the rest of us to accept, or too hurtful to, Ophelia dying was what was better for her in the end. All at once Ophelia was used and controlled by her father (that died under pretenses that Ophelia suspected to be caused by her), was abandoned by her brother, and discarded and betrayed by her boyfriend, Hamlet. With no one there for her, especially when she needed loved ones the most, it’s no wonder that she got lost. She was searching for love this whole time, but was able to obtain no such discovery. Maybe it was best she continued her search elsewhere. Dear Ophelia, I pray that in your better place you have finally reached sound mind and heart; just know you were and always will be loved.
In her last moments, Ophelia was clearly not herself. But, even reflecting back, Ophelia was never really her own person. It was her constant obedience and lack of control that drove her into depression and madness. For one to feel as Ophelia has there isn’t much, or any, motivation to continue on with life. In Ophelia’s eyes things weren’t going to get better. There simply wasn’t anything left for her to live for. Although, there was hope remaining in Ophelia’s after-life. It is said that before succumbing to the waters of the river, Ophelia was singing songs of “old tunes.” Ophelia wasn’t scared; she knew death held possibilities of happiness and freedom.
It is my belief that Ophelia didn’t go to the brook that fateful day with the intention to kill herself- rather that she welcomed her death with open arms. Though it may be hard for the rest of us to accept, or too hurtful to, Ophelia dying was what was better for her in the end. All at once Ophelia was used and controlled by her father (that died under pretenses that Ophelia suspected to be caused by her), was abandoned by her brother, and discarded and betrayed by her boyfriend, Hamlet. With no one there for her, especially when she needed loved ones the most, it’s no wonder that she got lost. She was searching for love this whole time, but was able to obtain no such discovery. Maybe it was best she continued her search elsewhere. Dear Ophelia, I pray that in your better place you have finally reached sound mind and heart; just know you were and always will be loved.