Separation is like a dagger that opens up insecurities. The defensive and vulnerable me surface, somehow I trace this back on the passive me that boils up. The comfort blanket in the relationship is taken away when someone isn’t by my side. I tend to move on/let go/forget/dismiss any relationship if it isn’t kept close where human eyes can watch and observe.
This is me, dependent, passive, difficult, negative, and impulsive. I expect and think and assume the worst that can happen and instantly make a definite judgment that is not supported because deep down I want someone to oppose.
I understand how no one really says anything whenever they’d see or read the “note” about my grandmother’s death in my facebook account.
How can you tell someone a word of solace after death? The gravity of losing someone exceeds more than what a person expects until it hits them. The cliches tends to sound too insensitive even if its logical, even if its the only solution that you should give in, even if its the truth.The pain envelopes you and it suffocates any sense of hope or joy or even peace for a moment.
In the end you’d realized that somehow, part of you reached the bottom, and there’s no way but up! Death after all is the Great Equalizer (Tuesday’s with Morrie). No one is rich. No one is poor. No one can escape this fate.
