
I recently attended my grandmother's funeral and there were a lot of things that came to mind while in the midst of it. First of all, I don't remember the last time I've gone to church on my own accord, or if I ever went to mass on my own accord, really. I was raised Roman Catholic, in a pretty conservative family. I attended Sunday school (which I was really there for the cookies and lemonade at the end), went through communion, and went to mass practically every Sunday.
As I grew older, churchgoing started to wane for some reason. I never understood why my parents decided to stop going but I knew that they only went during special occasions, like Christmas Eve or Easter. As an adult, I've studied and asked friends of their religious upbringings, some of them being Jewish, Buddhist, and Atheist. One of my best friends from high school is Atheist and explains plenty of scientific facts versus religion.
I've always been open to another person's view of the world, especially religion, mainly because my faith in religion started to wane long before the cookies and lemonade were no longer available in Sunday school. But there are staunch religious followers that like to argue with Atheists and they can be pretty cruel and judgmental to those that don't agree with their beliefs. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure now all of them are like that, and I certainly hope I don't have to run into any of them any time in the near future.