Death and Memories

Sitting in Casualty at 5am on the day of Diwali, I realized that declaring death will never be an easy job. No matter what the age of the person, you have people mourning for them.

Even if you think that he would have lived a complete life at 90 years of age, you cannot feel at ease breaking the news to the family.

The cries of despair will always remain the same. The sound still dominating the room even after the grieving family members have left. From the great grandkids to the son who was pushing 60, everyone was his family. 

Everyone is going to miss him. 

Is that what love is? To be missed and to miss someone dearly, when you cannot be with them anymore? Not able to hear the voice again? 

Sure, everyone will move on and start living their own life soon. But even then, the void will always remain. And so will the memories. And memories alone.