Hey, SG Land! How's it going?
I'm sorry, but my post today won't be a light or an easy one. But it is necessary, I think. Not only because it's Yellow September, nor because we are going through a pandemic, but mostly because grief is a part of life. We are all bound to lose someone we care about.
This week, I did.
Grieving is a very peculiar process. Even though everyone eventually dies and even though we, as all humans, experience grief several times through our lifetime, it's never quite the same every time nor to each person. Everyone of us will go through it in a different way and like most experiences in life, there's no right or wrong way of feeling it.
This week, I lost my aunt to cancer. After a long 4-year battle, she finally rested. Although it was certainly better for her, those who stay behind suffer. That's the thing I find funnier about death: it's never about the people who go but about those who stay. Dying means very little to the deceased, but to those who bear the burden of the loss... it's quite something.
These past few days have been very painful and made me think a lot about what this mourning means to me and to my family. She's not the first person I've lost, but her death means something completely different to me than any other before hers, not because she was more important or better loved, but because our relationship was unique. No one is replaceable and she is no exception. What lies after the pain I'm feeling right now?
I don't know. I hope there will be peace for me and for my loved ones. I hope we can forget about the pain of the last few years and focus on the joy of the life we shared. I hope there's more love between those who stayed. I hope it gets better.
Above all, I hope I can honor her every second of my life.
Xxx
Lara
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