Loss is hell hard, it...
Loss is hell hard, it takes time to heal, but when we do, we can cherish those memories & remember for those who can’t remember for themselves.
OK, so I make up so much ridiculous quotes of my own & live in a constant bubble of philosophical stuff.
But it’s true. In the last 2 years of my important schooling which very much determines my career which I hope will be medicine, I lose a close friend, a best friend I knew since kinder (4 years), an uncle & my great grandma.
It’s a wonder I can still concentrate & hold a straight face when I hear of those people who gossip over “THAT train suicide” or illness & the like.
Hearing life go on is the hardest thing, to know while you’re caught in this vortex of sadness/grief/missing someone/loneliness, there are those who have no idea & who go on as normal.
Worse? to hear people be disrespectful & talk about loss & losses of someone they may have known with matter- of- fact GOSSIP. Its a topic of conversation to lighten their mood rather than to reflect & learn.
& It hurts even more that someone can just be gone. That I work opposite this train station, that I was working that day & still didn’t know, that I never visited in France, that I took for granted they would ALL be there, that I didn’t understand the extent of illnesses – mental & physical.
Indeed it gets better, I know it does, it’ll always hurt, but when we try to see reality for what it is & at least try to keep at pace with the train that is life, the transition from one place to another is made easier & we’ll remember good times more often than being guilty/angry/ashamed & anything we encounter.