After-life of survivors
Toast to the ones here today
Toast to the the ones that we lost on the way
Death
Die
These words have flowed out of my mouth easily in past. Now? I hesitate. I have believed that the worst part about dying is not being remembered by the ones you loved. Now I wonder, lesser the casualties, the better, isn't it? I blame Hazel Grace Lancaster for putting these thoughts in my mind.
Wouldn't I want less people to be hurt by my soul leaving the body?
Wouldn't I want my loved ones to be happy after me?
Would I want them to be crying after me?
So I guess the question is can you think of them without hurting yourself and other survivors. Strictly speaking, I want less people to be hurt over me after me. But I believe the worst thing I can do to my not-alive-loved-one would be to not think of him and forget him. So I say there are ways of thinking of them and missing them without hurt and you must do that.
I have known for a long time that funerals are for the living. Now I understand it. The words spoken at memorial service are for the survivors to give them a reason to smile. Living post the mishap with a smile is tough. That's what we have to do though.
Now I live for the living. I smile so that they can smile. I am clowning to give my alive-loved-ones a reason to laugh. Now it is about supporting the alive. We have to live for the living for whom the loss was deeper. This is not to say that the depth of loss can be measured but if I can be strong, then why not be?
Everybody hurts sometimes.
Everybody hurts someday
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