All my friends and my blog reader know that I’m not close with my family, mentally and emotionally.
I love my Mom and Dad, but thank god they’re still alive until now.
I have this tendency not to so attached with anyone, including my parents and my siblings. I have never talked about my family in this blog, haven’t I? I wasn’t close to my grandparents either, so when they died, there was no apocalypse-like in my life.
I lost a good friend once, which I made a post about her here.
I liked her very much and it was so sad that she went away so fast.
I also lost my doggies couple of times, and I should tell you, it was the hardest time for me of accepting death.
I learn so many things about death from Mitch Albom’s books, such as Tuesday with Morries, with the famous quotation:
Death ends life, not relationship. — Morrie Schwartz
And also “Five people you meet in heaven” and “Have a little Faith”.
Albom is the only writer that perceive death as a celebration, not a tragedy. And I love him for that.
As beautiful as words could be arranged by Albom, death is surely a tragedy for some people. I want to talk about one particular tragedy that happened in my closest person’s life, Bandi last week. He just lost his Grams, whom he’s very close with, who technically raised him to be what he is now today. His Grams was perfectly healthy and was taken away all of sudden, in the morning, during her usual chores. Nobody knew she would go away so fast.
I was the one who deliver this message to him, which I got from his uncle. He left his office at once and met me at home, to buy tickets to his hometown. He took his two little sisters with him and off we go to his hometown, the longest journey ever because that restless feeling.
I didn’t know losing someone important can really hit your life to the rocks bottom. I really didn’t know, so I did’t know what to do or what to say to him. How broken hearted I was to see him broke down like that, and there was nothing I could do. I was just being there, without doing anything.
Until now, I never talk to him about death because I don’t know anything about it. The same thing when my bestfriend lost her father. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. But that didn’t mean I don’t care at all. I just didn’t know what it was all about. Who am I talking about death? I don’t know anything about it. That’s the only thing that scared me to death, no pun intended.
So, when is this tragedy turns to be this celebration like what Albom has written?
When is this all finally explain the “everything happens for reason?”