When it happens, it just does. If you think you're prepared and ready, you're not. You may have read thousands of stories, seen thousands of reactions- then you ought to know that no narrative is the same, and each is unique in its way. You may think that you know about it, but no one does. You may even write about these topics and feel like an expert. But when death visits around your people, you'll be lost in the street.
Everyone has their way and their own time. Some might desperately try to hold on. In this process creates their existence revolves around them. Some make an understanding and try or will move on with our without help. Some might say they have moved on, but they are crying in front of mirrors. Some might believe they have moved on, but it's a delusion. Their belief may make everyone else also assured, and no one can even see the boxes buried.
Results also vary from one person to another, Channelling it as power or poison. From some's eyes, they can look similar on more than one level. But from their hearts and minds, they know it's not even close. The thinking in every case is different. The memories and feelings are distinctive. The person who died is non-identical. Their way of dying is divergent.
We can't forcefully accept and move on by anyone else's. This insight has to be in our souls. That the one has left the world of the living and crossed to the other side can't come back. Till the moment, they don't- the sand won't start falling as it had for so many years before.
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