The grim reaper calling

I have witnessed the work of the grim reaper thrice in the last year. Death is a state of mind more than the state of body. The mental anguish that one goes through on losing someone near and dear is only comprehensible on a deeper level. It batters you down and puts you in a state of shock and denial. It takes a small chronicling to justify your fears and emotions. The way we handle the reapers handiwork is entirely individualistic

Everyone suffers and mourns the loss of a good soul to the reaper but as we mourn this loss, singing praises on the good soul that was taken away, there is a definite sympathy that goes out to the family's loss. The assurances come from family we hardly know, from friends we have hardly met. The words should be comforting, although they are mostly not and some people even have the expectations to make you feel ecstatic. There are people who walk up to you and tell you "to take some courage". I had one ringing thought, "is it selling in the market, how much does it go for nowadays?" 

The gruesome experience of the hospitals as we wait only for the inevitable is probably the most traumatic experience. There is a long wait in the lobbies and sleeping wards. The air is so gloomy and thick all mirth disappears instantly. The plain walls and the clean sheets makes you think, the deeper thoughts only dwelling on the inevitable pain and suffering. As there are other people who make it out of a hospital alive, it gives us a little hope. We find friends in the hospitals, sometimes in the lobbies and sometimes in the sleeping wards, people who are going through the same trauma as we are. There is a definite exchange of diseases and  doctors treatments, then comes the banter on some radical new therapy you read on the internet. It just goes to say further, the reapers handiwork is something no one wishes to discuss. The optimistic views are our solace. The dreaded words of the doctor, "please say your last goodbyes" or "I think its time you informed others in the family". The phrases so clichéd and a doctors best defence against his emotions are a nightmare for the people who hear it.

Death gives me an understanding of life and the realization of the triviality of it;. the inevitable end to every life and the passage thereon. Accepting death as a final guest of life is hard, the emotions swell up and you are never ready for the losses. We will miss them and their company, perhaps the only solace we can take is that they are in a better place and their soul rests in peace.