Grief is an interesting process to which I’m getting involuntarily accustomed. First, there’s shock and disbelief. You might think it’s some sick jokes, waiting on someone to start laughing at you. Then, rage, feeling of complete powerless embracing the body living you completely drained. As it was not enough, inappropriate tears pouring down at any giving moment. My body went through so much in a short period that I still can’t fully comprehend what is happening.
The worst part is probably realizing the world won’t take a break while you’re crying your soul out. You’re expected to produce the same amount of work, pay the bills and go on. I also noticed after two days, people are embarrassed by your sad face, they don’t know what to tell you, even though you don’t need their words. It is crazy, I know, but isn’t the truth? How many times have we responded we’re fine to the how are you question meanwhile everything around us is crumbling. We should do better as a society, but I guess it is too much to ask. We repressed our feelings and try to keep what we labeled as a strong face no matter what we are going through.
Also, why do you want to know how people passed away? What’s the point? I’m not even trying to be smart or anything, but I’m confused. Because how do you think someone who is grieving can explain the same story over and over again!!!! It’s mentally exhausting! There’s so much more to talk about, actually, not talking for a change. Silence can also be therapeutic, and being nosey doesn’t mean that you care. Well, you live and learn and have hopefully done better when you get the opportunity.
PS: What’s up with all the laughing pictures after a funeral?