As I grew older, I noticed the world becoming a scarier place. I forget that my parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts and everyone else who were ‘adults’ to me when I was a child, grows older each day too. This means that one day they will leave, their souls will return home, and never come back.
It is so sad to think that each and every one of us will inevitably have to deal with grief and loss of a loved one several times in our lives. This difficult part of life is so ‘normal’ yet so hard and so heartbreaking to bear.
Yesterday, our family was reminded again of how transient and fragile life is. We are not guaranteed a tomorrow, and we can only hope and pray that the ones we love will be there with us the next day.
I am scared. I’m scared of waking up tomorrow to another sad news. I am scared of waking up tomorrow to have to look through my closet for a black dress to wear. I am scared of waking up tomorrow to hearing cries and seeing people mourning over a loved one. It’s heavy, it’s hard.
I keep telling myself that death is a normal part of life, and time will help us heal. But I don’t know how much more I can take. In the span of almost 3 years, I have attended five funerals of my family members, my grandmom, my granduncle, my cousin, my uncle and my aunt.
I’m thinking of all my family and friends who have lost their husbands, wives, parents, grandparents, cousins, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, and their children.
How do you deal with grief and loss? How do you make it all go away?