The first death that affected me was my grandfather’s. He died after a prolonged illness which as a kid I wasn’t aware of, so it was a shock to see him that way. The second one was also another grandfather. This time, I was older and the thought that kept going through my mind was how the world was still revolving and people were continuing to go about their lives. It felt like despite this momentous event that had occurred, nothing around me had stopped. And more recently, that was reiterated when SPB passed away.

In my mind, death should be one of the hardest things to deal with. It has a finality to it, there are no second chances, no retries. But it seems that very fact – finality – also makes us deal with it faster than we would any other life altering event, like a breakup or a diagnosis. This is ofcourse not a given all the time. Sometimes the pain can be too much that we are still unable to accept and move on.

Is the finality life’s way of allowing us to move on? I don’t know the answer. At the end of the day, it is what it is. And it depends on us what we make of it. Whether we are able to use it to start healing or not.