Grief

The death of a loved one is an extremely painful life event. Faced with the sadness and pain caused by the disappearance of the other, our reflex can be the refusal to accept, and to want to avoid anything that could revive this feeling. However, accepting the pain of this loss is precisely what makes it possible to keep in oneself and with oneself the memory of the other, of their passage, of what they have been and represented in our lives. If life is a miracle, it is precisely because it is doomed to an end. Faced with death, it is the consciousness of life that seizes the opportunity to exist in each of us. Live, die, be born, then disappear. This is the cycle of existence that each of us will face personally at one time or another. The memory left by the other is a gift that he leaves us following his journey through the existence that was his. To be moved by these memories is to celebrate the memory of his presence, it is to maintain a bond that remains despite the absence. Cry if you need to cry, look at the photos, recall your memories, do not avoid what the absence of the other produces in you. This pain is the envelope of memories that have been given to you. Welcome this gift left by the one who is gone because it is the way of comfort. In the universe, one of the most beautiful sights is the death of a star. It's the end of a celestial body, whose matter spreads into a nebulous heap that will give birth to other stars... Human beings, as we know, are made of stardust...same chemical elements... The human being is "one of the stars". I like repeating this sentence to myself and reminding myself that it is something absolutely touching and profound, like all joy, like all pain; just like life, just like its end.