Met a friend lately who have just lost a loved one to an accident.
I myself have not lost any person close to me before, so I don't think I can imagine a fraction of the pain that one goes through following the lost.
But as he was sitting there on the sofa, talking about the lost, I can't help but imagine the degree of loneliness and grief he's been through every night at the place where they spent the last 3 years together.
A tinge of envy, for obviously they loved each other so much.
A pinch of regret, for obviously I shouldn't be envious of others' sufferings.
A flash of realization, for although death comes to each of us, each of us lives on through others.
We all know where the road of life ultimately leads to. Perhaps to live is to learn to accept death, to accept the fact that there is no second chance in life and what we do during our limited time here is what that counts.
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