A friend of mine, who has never lost any close relative to death, recently lost her father.. When I saw her, her demeanor was all too familiar. When one loses someone they love for the first time: it is shock pain, slow pain and then memory pain.
In shock pain, you can’t control the feeling, you cry. In slow pain you try to muster courage, compose, yourself and stand on your feet if you are the most matured of your siblings. You must do all the explanation, because every single person is going to ask you how it happened. You maintain your composure, even when you want to crawl onto your bed and cover your head with the pillow maybe for a day. But slow pain goes away after the funeral ceremony. You find yourself left with lots of memory pain which also dissipates with time apart from the untimely surges of strong memories full of pain. Something, someone, you love dearly has been torn from your arms.

With time and introspection, you come to know:
Death is the end we all dread, yet one we must all embrace
It is the gate
It is cold; It is dark; It is gloomy
But in it is the very essence of life
We can start anew again when it has ended. … Hi I’m sad you are going to go at this time, when I am making plans for you. But I am happy you are going to a better. Let’s make more beautiful memories.