My sister-in-law called this evening. She and my brother helped me through the loss of my wife two years ago this coming February.
As a fire fighter, she has seen death. Diane was not close to me or my wife, but she was there for us in the end. Seeing what I was going through, she thought she understood death of a loved one because she had seen death. Yes, for her at the time it was a "This is life end thing" She was sad for me and Arlind, but not attached to the event. Now she is starting to learn the real emotion of death.
Diane survived melanoma cancer. Her husband, my brother has bladder cancer, her mother is diagnosed with the reoccurrence of breast cancer, her best friend now has only a year or so to live before a brain tumor takes his life.
After all the death, and life threatening things she has experienced, only now is she showing the signs of grief for what will or may happen to the ones she really loves, those very close to her.
People do not want to talk about death until it knocks on their door. Death, the visitor we all do not want to let in, but in he comes.
There is no keeping him out in the end, a sad truth no one wants to admit to, but that is the way it is.
And in the end, they all know it will eventually come to them, and that is why people do not want to talk about it.
I was the same way until he came...