Fare thee well
For anyone who has lost someone,
I want to start with saying hope you are better, better from the moment when it hit you. You heard it, denied it, were in shock for some time or days perhaps, accepted it, and now, somehow to get on with life you have moved on or so you tell everyone. Don’t answer the next set of questions. Try to feel them instead. Do you feel like a part of you is locked up? Like you couldn’t say things or do things the way you wanted? You couldn’t feel or express what you wanted to because you had to “stay strong”? Did you want to fall apart but had to keep it together?
We think we lose people without a warning, but for a moment, pause and think, do you think it would have helped if you were prepared? Would you still be ready to let go if you knew where they were headed? I think we would have fought like hell, fought harder than they did to survive, battle against all their wounds to come back to you. If you knew they were headed to another world as we believe it, would we say have a great new life or would we say please, stay here, I am sorry for everything I did, if it is because of me, please, stay, just stay, I’ll do everything I can to make it ok, just, please stay? It is said our time of death is pre decided. It is already “written”. Death is inevitable. It hurts. Not because we are scared of our time. But because we saw someone close to us meet their time. It is unsettling, to see a smiling face turn still, to hear silence where there was once laughter, to know one’s dreams and vision for life and see them leave with those dreams with their eyes shut.
They say time heals everything. Does it? It makes us move on but does it really heal our wounds? Or does it make a part of us numb? A part we do not talk about, do not want to talk about, because it would tone down everyone’s morale? We go to bed, shut our eyes, those visions come back, we suddenly hear that laughter, see that smiling face, and they come back to life with our eyes shut. We claim we are alright, and distract ourselves, when we know all we want to do is talk about them, the ones who left, a bit too soon, but it will always be too soon, isn’t it? Never ready? And as we shut our eyes and remember them, a tear falls down, telling us they are not gone. They are here, with us.
The bonds we build and nurture in our lives, they stay with us, forever. People are born only to leave. We come to this world, do what we need to, make some difference maybe, build relationships, spread love, have some conflicts and get over it with time as we grow up, and then head on to wherever life takes us. Some of us are here for lesser time, and we do not know what’s in store for us, so let’s try to make this world a better place while we can, spread love, be kind, lend a sympathetic ear to the ones who need it, feel what you really feel, cry if it helps, there is enough time to be strong again, but for now, just feel what you feel, relive the beautiful moments, by the end of it you will only smile reflecting on the good old days, make someone’s dream come true, take a deep breath...
Hope you are better!!