Loss is a fundamental and unavoidable part of life.
When I lost my childhood friends to time and distance, I didn’t do much about it. I had sensed it coming, and I felt that I would be able to move on and live my life without them, as they would without me. This was the proclamation of the more rational part of myself.
When I got older and started losing my grandparents to age and disease, I couldn’t do much about it. This time too, I was convinced that this was the nature of life, and it would go on and on, regardless of the demands of the people who are left behind again and again.
I won’t say that I hadn’t felt pain. In fact, for a long time, that was the only feeling I experienced. But that pain, the long months of expecting the inevitable, were shared. Somehow, I’m sure that during our last awkward greetings, my friends too wished they didn’t have to lose me and our friendship. When I used to sit by my grandparents and recite to them the forgotten stories of my childhood, they too wished to stay just that bit longer.
There are various kinds of losses in life. If you are lucky, they will be shared, and that togetherness in slowly losing one another will end up being the window of light that saves you.
Grief, on the other hand, is an entirely different entity.
It is a common fact that everyone grieves, and should be allowed to grieve in their own, different ways. There also seems to be a popular notion that grieving is easier when it’s done together with those close to heart. Although I understand what is meant by this, it isn’t true, is it?
Grieving is never easy, no matter who we share it with. This is because grief is more than just the pain of loss. It is the culmination of all emotions you have ever felt with those people, how you reshaped and rebuilt each other. Other emotions on their own often contradict, but grief collects and connects. Grief is the anger of leaving and the sadness of being left behind, it is the joy of a lifetime of memories and the fear of the absolute inability to make more of them.
There are people I have lost who I stopped loving before, and even people I never loved in the first place. Through them, for the first time, I got to know that you can lose people you never loved, liked, or knew, even people you hated. The part of me that is not rational and remains the child who cried at both the thoughts of living and dying whispers to me–a person’s mere existence, at times, has the capacity to impact us in ways unimaginable if not met with before.
Grief is a uniquely different present for each visitor you let into your heart. They all have to leave at some point in time. A few settle there permanently, some stay for only a short period of time, but they all, invariably, leave their own special gifts and souvenirs and footprints. Grief is what you are able to give them back, in return for whatever they did to reach your heart.