Life has a funny way of breaking us emotionally, physically and mentally. It never prepares us or gives us a warning to maybe come up with a way to handle what it’s about to throw at us, to maybe find something to numb the pain before it even sets in.

You are sitting with your favorite person, laughing your lungs out, reminiscing on the past days and it never crosses your mind that this might be your last day, hour, minute or second with them because if you did, you would hold on to that dear moment and never want to let go.

Like a thief in the night, death came and stole this little girl’s life, so sad how the mother found her lifeless body peacefully lying in bed, so sad how her driver came to fetch her only to drive away with a heavy soul, so sad how her friends were expecting to see her at school only to be greeted by a message informing them that their friend is now an angel in heaven.

How? How do you deal with such pain of losing your only child, who just graduated a few days ago and was ready to start school the following year? Is this really how life should be like? You sleep with a smile on your face and new plans for tomorrow not knowing that death has its own plans of waking you up with sorrow and grief.

I don’t want “heal” as part of my vocabulary because there no way you can heal from such, no way you can accept that your only child is gone before she could even explore the world.

There only thing left to do is live and pretend that the healing phase is done while you know you’re screaming on the inside. The pain never goes away, it just gets buried. Condolences to the family!