Honestly, I don’t know.
I don’t know how to behave when I visit their house.
I don’t know what to tell them.
Howmuchever we say, he has led a happy life or he must be watching you from heaven, its just not going to be the same again.
Yesterday my friend lost her father. 3 years back, she lost her elder brother, who was just 23 to cancer. She is 23 and is doing her MBA now. Why is god so unfair to them??
I visited her today, though I didn’t stay much long. I really don’t know how to describe the situation here. I have seen her only as a bubbly, chirpy, cheerful, beautiful girl. And today, she was lying there without having eye contact with anybody.. Staring at the open window, with teary eyes. It wasn’t until this very moment, that I began to understand the meaning of grief.
There was complete silence in the room for the first few minutes. I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, or making her feel even worse. Then, I started talking breaking the silence. We talked about our college, our friends and something and all. Her eyes welled up often and voice choked. All I could do was press her hands.
I didn’t ask a word about her father or about his death. I heard a lady out there asking somebody, how did it happen?? Didn’t you know that he is serious?? Didn’t you think of any better medical help??
Now that he is dead, I feel all these questions are just meaningless. It doesn’t really matter. No flashback or rewind is going to bring him back to life.
I hugged her. Pressed her hand in mine. Arranged the hair which fell on her tired face.
And said, I will come later, take care.
And she smiled.
It is said that time heals everything.. But does the loss of your loved one ever heal?