Death is always difficult. It's difficult for the living. And it affects all. It doesn't matter if you're close to them. All that matters if you've spoken to them atleast once, in this lifetime.
Death is like a contagious laughter. Ironical?! Yes. You dont have to know the reason, you laugh if the person next to you laughs, because laughter is contagious and you cry if the person next to you cries, because sorrow is contagious too. Just like laughter, sadness affects us too.
It's never easy for the living to watch someone leave your life without as much as a simple wave of goodbye. It's difficult, not because we don't understand it. Of course we understand death. I mean definition wise. We certainly won't know what's beyond, which ever faith you follow, until you die. Whether you wait for your judgement day for ressurection or you join the 72 virgins in heaven or you attain sadgati. You don't know until you do it. That's the beauty of it and that's the terrible catch as well. Which is what makes the lives of living a hell.
Especially if you loved the person who passed on. They pass on; some with pain, some without. But the living definitely go through the pain. You loved them or not, it doesn't matter. You are affected by it. And if you did love them, then your life temporarily becomes a living hell and then even when you move on, there's always a permanent hole in your heart.
You think of so many things which you should have done. So many things which you should have said and so many talks which you could have had. The possibility of all these, ends for those who die. But it doesn't end for the living.
Which is what reminds me of a line from famous literary series -
"Don't pity the dead, pity the living"
-13th March, 2018
