“To the well-organized mind death is but the next great
adventure,” but what about all those that they leave behind, the family, the
friends, the loved ones that are struggling to cope? How do they come to terms
with it? Death is one of those things that we, as the human race, have yet to
know how to deal with it. Some say death is unnatural, that body and soul were
not meant to be separated, some say it’s just the way it goes, that it’s the
natural order of things. Well is it still natural when a sixteen-year-old boy
full of life, and laughs, and hopes and dreams dies in a car wreck. No, he
still deserves a lifetime to accomplish them. Then you have an elderly couple
who die holding hands, and to me, that is one of the most natural things this
world can offer. Still the question remains, what about the survivors? The best
friend, the older brother, the children, the parents, the cousins, the first
girlfriend, the childhood friend, all the people that met them, knew them, and
became part of their life, however long, or however short, how do they cope?
The truth is they don’t. They cry, and cry, and don’t even bother fighting it.
They curse, and question why? They cry some more, and eventual they crying
stops, because they run out of tears. Maybe they have no emotion at all.
Because they don’t know. And then one day, they wake up, and they begin to live
again, maybe even living to a fuller extent. But if the really cared, the pain
never really disappears, because there will always be that empty space they
once filled, and the hole, that was once their existence.