Everything has an end. We all know that our end could come at any time, at any time, for us or for those we love. Although death is part of life, it marks us forever whenever we lose someone we love. It is the most horrible pain we have to endure as human beings - mourning people who have passed away.
A woman who lost her best friend went to the Reddit forum community for advice to find a way to mourn and feel better ...
"My friend is dead. I do not know what to do. "
Many Redditors shared their own experiences of losing a loved one, most expressed their condolences to the anonymous woman. Among the many responses, an honest comment from an "old man" particularly caught the attention of the Redditors.
A moving and wise answer
"Here, I am old. What this means is that I have survived (so far) and that many people I have known and loved have not done so. I have lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, colleagues, grandparents, a mother, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of others. I do not have children, and I can not imagine the pain of losing a child.
I wish I could say that you will get used to the loss of your loved ones. But you will not be able to, in fact, you will not want it. Every time I lost a loved one, it broke my heart, no matter the circumstances. My scars still show the love I had for these people. And if the scar is deep, so was love. So be it. Scars testify to life. The scars are there to remind me that I can heal and continue to live and to love.
As for sorrow, you will find that it comes in waves. When the ship is destroyed for the first time, you drown. All the debris floating around you remind you of the beauty of the ship that was and is no more. And all you can do is float. You will find a piece of wreck and you will hang on for a moment. Maybe it's a physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photo. Or maybe it's a person who floats too. For a moment, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
At first, the waves are about thirty meters high and crush you without mercy. They arrive 10 seconds apart and do not even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a period of time, maybe weeks or months, you will find that the waves are still 30 meters, but they deviate. When they come, they keep crushing you. But in the meantime, you can breathe. You never know what will trigger grief. It can be a song, an image, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. That can be just about anything ... and the wave is falling on you again. But between the waves, there is life.
Take that from an old man. The waves will never stop flapping. But you will realize that you will survive them. And other waves will come. And you will survive them too. And if you're lucky, you'll have a lot of love scars and you'll know a lot of shipwrecks.
As a believer, I know that I will see those loved ones one day. It is a very comforting thought. One day, the scars of the absences of those I have loved will disappear and be replaced by endless joy. "
