Death

It is an understatement to say that talking or asking about a death is awkward and very sensitive. Death brings out a lot of emotions from people especially those close to the departed. And as much as talking about it is said to be therapeutic, it is a topic that’s hard to decipher. 

Two weeks ago, I lost an uncle to stroke. Everything was sudden. He was a strong and energetic man molded by decades of working in the fields, and always had a smile on his face. He’s the eldest of ten children; my mom was the ninth. Yeah, they were relatively poor and farming was their only means of living. Being the eldest of ten kids, he had a natural sense of leadership.

I wasn’t able to attend his funeral because I was stuck here in QC. I really wasn’t able to comfort my cousin who’s really close to me. She sent me a personal message on Facebook and I started to do what I should, giving her words of encouragement and all.

But it wasn’t easy. I know how words could not really work their magic briefly when it comes to something so sensitive that it brings out emotions we never thought existed. No matter how I tell her to keep being stronger and that whatever happening’s a challenge that would make us better persons in the process, I know it’s still hard to accept the fact that she lost someone dear to her and it’ll take a lot of time for her to recover. 

I just wish she’ll go back to her cheerful self. I wanna see her smiling when I come back home.