Life is a cycle. No matter how you want it to be the same, it will still change. When you lose someone, it’s hard to understand or accept at first. I guess humans just have a natural tendency to reject things that cause them pain, hoping that it will go away and things will be back how it was. Except, it’s not going back. When things change, the old is gone. That’s why it hurts so much.
The ones left by the departed should always remember that it’s OK to mourn, but not OK to keep living in the past just to feel as if they’re still there. After all, it is not as if they’ve ceased existing altogether. When someone dies, what we lose is the physical contact, verbal communication, and future interactions with them. But everything else stays the same. Our memories with them, the lessons they taught us, and our feelings for them won’t change. And even if our views and feelings change, they still are an agent to those alterations because they are forever weaved into who we are. They are not here anymore, but they’ve left marks. WE are their imprint. As long as I live, my earliest childhood memories will always be associated with my grandparents and their teachings. They taught me so many things about this world, love, and life. How can they be really gone if I’m still here and they’re teachings with me? That’s why we must live to be happy. Live to show them our appreciation for how they influenced our lives. Live for their them. When the undeniable reality of human mortality sets in, you have no choice but to adapt. Moving on is hard, but its a necessity in life.