To Breathe One's Last.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

I never know what to tell someone who is grieving from the loss of a loved one. How do you make someone feel better when someone they love has died.

No words seem appropriate, no words seem to do the trick. It is almost hopeless at that time. I just don't know what to say... except that I know how it feels, because I lost someone to death as well, heck, I almost lost myself to it once. But that doesn't make the pain any less.

Death is the eternal break up. We fight and we argue and we quarrel and we are bitter, and we hold grudges for years and years, and then suddenly it's all over. And there is nothing we can do about it. Death doesn't consider if someone loves you and they don't want you to go. It doesn't care if you have a million things to do before you are ready. It just takes, until nothing is left. That's probably the most helpless we can be in this world.

But what's amazing is that how easy it is to forget. How easy it is to completely dismiss the idea that any one of the people we hold so dear to us could be gone in the next second. How we can so quickly and eternally lose someone to something so trivial as a heart attack, a traffic accident, a senseless shooting, or even a suicide. To breathe, and not know it is your last.

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19 comments

  1. Death makes life so precious.

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  3. Poignant post. Yesterday's news ( the Peshawar school attack) was a real dampener

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  4. A good reminder of the frailties of life, your post puts everything into perspective.

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  5. "Death is the eternal breakup" Pretty much sums it up! Thanks for sharing

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  6. Remembering this poem:

    "Maut tu ek kavita hai ..
    mujhase ek kavita ka vaadaa hai milegi mujhako ..

    dubati nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage
    zard saa cheharaa liye chaand ufak tak pahunche
    din abhi paani mein ho raat kinaare ke kareeb
    na abhi andheraa ho, na ujaalaa ho, na raat na din
    jism jab khatm ho aur ruuh ko saans aae .

    mujhase ek kavita ka vaadaa hai milegii mujhako".

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    1. Aww, thank you for sharing. Very beautiful. :-)

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  7. Well written as always. Death is a certainity, had always been. But like most things in life, we believe that this will come calling the neighbor and never knock our own door.

    The pain of separation by death pulsates in an eternal throb. It never dims, it never stops.

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  8. nice write up

    what I do is to acknowledge the loss and communicate with the person that it must be hard to go though what they are going through.

    Honestly some times our presence without saying a single word is worth millions.

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  9. We do live like we live forever, don't we. Forgetfulness is really easy, you're right. Death gives a perspective to life that life itself never can. Very nice post, this. Thank you.

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    1. Thanks so much for your thoughts :-)

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  10. It is a god given blessing that time blunts the intensity of grief and people get along even after the loss of dearest.

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    1. Yes, that indeed is a blessing but I wonder if everyone is able to do that.

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  11. I thank you... for your recent visit and kind comment, you are always welcome; I offer to you, my best seasonal wishes_! _m

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    1. I'll be coming back soon :-)

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  12. To a person's grief, we can never say enough or ever the right things. Because nothing will soothe the pain. Sadder that the pain lingers on and on numbed by time perhaps but certainly undiminished.

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