I say to my mother as I look over to my grandmother.
As none of you may know, I am an apatheist. Or an agnostic, your choice, doesn’t matter to me. Bottom line is, I don’t give a shit about religion and I don’t plan on doing so anytime soon. If you are religious then good for you, and I’ll respect your decision, but I’ll still remain an apatheist.
But even though I don’t give a shit, I do understand the need for others to rely on a God (or Gods).
Hell, religion is the main way for my family (except me) to recover from my brother’s death, even if I don’t care about religion. The one important thing, that day, I told my mom was, “I know it hurts, but please promise me that you won’t lose faith in God.”
If she had, she would have fallen into a deep depression.
Because I understand that, I have to reason with them through religion no matter my stance, even if I have to lie. It also hurts to lie, of course, but I’d rather tell sweet nothings than to see my family cry.