Thursday, 30 July 2015

Life of a death

And then life moves on... The value of any event is hardly three days. Either in the microscopic or in the macroscopic radius. So picture this. An unalive body comes home. People wail. For some time. For few days. For a few years.

Will the loss ever be filled? Operational stuff kicks in. Time to mourn reduces but will the chasm be filled? Time is supposed to be a fking healer. But what does it really do? It makes sure the person has no more of itself to think or worry about the loss.

The children wont know of the meaning of this gap. The parents? The living parents of dead children, however old they are, can never fathom this loss. They will have time enough for an entire life to grieve and mourn.

A friend is gone. The kids, they shall try and survive. The parents, they will try and die.

A child was still born. The child never knew reality. The unborn father suffered. But the mother- she lived to be a mother.

A dream triplets died. 2 boys and 1 girl conceived out of love found their way out before they were informed of their shape. The father tried coping. The mother hoping. The parents mourned forever.

You see, losing children is against the nature and evolution. 

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