"Why do people cry when someone dies?"
Hans asked me. "Don't they already know that we'll all eventually die?" He concluded. This is just one of the questions my son asked me once in a while.
Grief is the most shunned word in a world where everybody strives to be happy. But nobody escapes from its fang. Everyone has his shares of grief.
We experience grief more frequently than we thought. Grief comes in different sizes and forms: sometimes it comes like droplets, in some other times it comes like persistent storms which could drown us in a sweep.
We grieve when a loved one dies.
We grieve when a favorite pen is gone.
We grieve when we broke a relationship.
We grieve when we bleed.
But why do we grieve after all?
Grief must be very undesirable, but it is necessary. Not that we could not escape it. In fact, we should not attempt to escape from it. We should welcome it.
When I lost my father, I have grieved so much... until now. But I don't resent it. In fact, I was thankful for the feeling of grief. It tells me how much I love him, how much I value him. The pain is there, I don't want anybody to take it away: it's precious.
Grief is a gift.
It makes us stop and be aware of the other person's significance.
It makes us stop to value what's left.
It makes us stop to realize how other people would grieve when we're gone...
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