When a loved one dies, at first we can think of nothing else, and the memory of his face and voice is more vivid than the living people around us.
Then, as we slowly resume life, the memories begin to fade.
I know this is necessary so that we can continue forward, but I am unhappy.
Even his child who adored him will remember little of him.
I know that this is as it should be. The beginning of life must not be dominated by thoughts of death. It would be too heavy a burden for the long journey ahead.
But still I am unhappy. Oblivion looks so much like second death.
Then, as we slowly resume life, the memories begin to fade.
I know this is necessary so that we can continue forward, but I am unhappy.
Even his child who adored him will remember little of him.
I know that this is as it should be. The beginning of life must not be dominated by thoughts of death. It would be too heavy a burden for the long journey ahead.
But still I am unhappy. Oblivion looks so much like second death.
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