Death is a horrible, terrifying, empty, black hole. It triggers somewhat of an emotional holocaust in those closest to the deceased.
But remember, light could never exist without the darkness. Or happiness without pain.
I know this will do nothing to ease your sadness, and I don't believe in the cliche "time heals all", but I do believe in time, that black void... those memories - will morph into something that inspires you. Inspires you to appreciate your short time on this world. To not take things for granted. To remember what is truly important in this world. Family, friends, the relationships and memories we share with these people.
I was at my uncles funeral on Sunday. Wasn't very close to him but I'll tell you what, when I saw him in the casket, his wife kiss him on the forehead, when I heard her say "good bye pete", then collapse and whale about, the finality of it all .... struck me like a black lightning bolt straight to my heart.
I cried. I disassociated myself. Some type of innate, survival mechanism to "escape". But what happened next was I became her. I visualized myself standing there in her position... and in the coffin was my mother.... then it changed to my father. And I wondered "how on Earth will I ever have the strength to get through what she is going through right now?
And I don't know how I'll do it. I don't know how you'll do it. I don't know how Techxans family will do it. I don't know how anyone does it. It's just something, most I should say - do. We move on.
I also love this saying, not verbatim but out of my head: "The length and breadth of our grief is in no way a measure of the love we shared with deceased". It reminds us that the deceased would never want us to suffer over them. To remember? YES. But to suffer? NO. They would want us to be strong and move on. To remember all the good memories.
I will leave off with 1 of my favorite poems about death...
It came to me the other day:
Were I to die, no one would say,
?Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise ? depths unplumbable!?
Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
?I thought he died a while ago.?
For life?s a shabby subterfuge,
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur.
-John Updike