Death happens. We all know that. Yet we manage, most of the time, to keep ourselves removed from its reality. Until it happens to someone we love, and we realise that it comes to regular people, not just terrorists or criminals, but everyday people who make a living, care for their families, and just get through the days like we do.
My dear friend, at age 34, is now a widow. We, her friends, are devastated, and very much aware of our mortality. What can we do, what can we say, to make things easier for her to bear? To make it less painful for her to see her husband's remains cremated and fly them to the other side of the world, where he came from, and then pick up what was left of their life together, alone?
There are no words to express this kind of sorrow. Or perhaps there are, only I can't find them yet. All I can hope for is that when he went, he did indeed feel Rapture.
2 comments:
I'm sorry to hear about your friend, Iya. But she's lucky to have a friend like you who'll support her during this difficult time.
Thank you, Peter. We're all still grieving. It wasn't unexpected, but he was such a fighter, and we were all hoping for the best. Now the sad part comes - helping to arrange the memorial service.
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