Death

Death seems to be so unattached to our everyday life. A concept so inhuman. A phenomenon seeped in mystery.

Surreal.

Only when it directly affects one of our loved ones does it become real. In fact, the pain becomes so real that you would be hard pressed to find any other pain that compares to it.

Some say that the dying and his family undergo the 7 stages of grief… and that this process is needed to be able to comprehend the seemingly incomprehensible situation. Disbelief, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Guilt, Depression, Acceptance and Hope… is there REALLY a way to quantify what we feel? To gauge the well of emotions that seem to encompass our whole being? To calculate the surge of feelings that engulf our very existence?

It would seem to be an enormous task to recover from a lost such as this. A lost not only from someone you love, but a lost of a PART of you as well.

But time moves on however brutal. Unfazed by the trivialities of life. Undaunted by its nuances. Seemingly callous. Ignoring our suffering.

However, curious as it is, time is said to heal all wounds. Erase all scars and temper our emotions. It would seem that this constant is an ally to all of us as well. For in time, we may accept easier… breathe freer.

Time, with the presence of all that we hold dear, can help us rise above this darkness and find the light from the void.

You were raised by a great man and I know you will overcome.