Death
The first time I faced the concept of death was 4 years ago. Obviously, I knew what death was but I never knew what it meant.
I had this cousin. I had been to his house every time I went to India. At younger ages, we were really close. We always had fun together and he was almost like a brother to me. But as time went on, we grew distant. He started to be extremely rude to me, and the last time I saw him, he and I would get into physical fights. At the time, I honestly disliked him. I didn't want anything to do with him anymore, and I promised myself on the way back that I wouldn't try to sort things out unless he changed.
Almost 3 months later, I remember waking up on a Sunday morning to my grandparents crying downstairs. As I went downstairs, I saw them on the phone with my parents beside them, all listening to the bereaved parents. I went back up to my room and sat against the wall and just stared blankly at my door. I just thought of the last thing I thought of this person and the way things were between us before he parted. Regret was the only thing I felt at that moment. "The struggle was over." And I "now knew death." One of my biggest regrets I still feel for today is leaving things so poorly with him. I wish I had fixed my relationship with him, but I'll never be able to do that now.
I really like how you shared such a personal account of how death impacted you. Even though your more recent interactions with your friend were frustrating, perhaps you can hold on to your more positive memories of your friend from childhood. Great job!
ReplyDeleteWow Prashant very touching story. Your connection with the pieces and your personal stories really brings a deeper understanding to the topic of life and death. Thanks for sharing.
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