When I hear about people losing a loved one, I feel more for the one left behind. Surely, the one who passed away had gone to a place that cannot be much worse than life here on earth. But the ones surviving are faced with the formidable task of living, and coping with loss.
Loss is a tricky thing. Loss, from death, is irretrievable--- at least not in existence. On a higher spiritual plane, I believe there may be reprieve, but I am not one of the lucky ones. My soul cannot read metaphysical cues.
I lost both my parents two years ago. My father went first, in April. Before it had even begun to sink in, my mom followed in November of the same year. Though I have mourned, I have yet to grieve.
These two are disparate abstractions: mourning and grieving. And believe me, I know Grief. It is the envy of death.
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