The world can never be the same after the death of a loved one. Sorrow will grip your mind so quickly that you won't even have time to blink, and then your heart and head will crack from the emotions that are transmitted to it. Your soul will be torn into pieces, and they in turn into even smaller pieces.
And your calm "sea" of consciousness will pour out almost all of its water onto the ground, where some of it will then go back and forth. These emotional swings will attack and weaken you until you can calm them down.
The other half of the water will remain in the depths of lands unseen by the sea, which will absorb it or sell it to the sky, which will spread it over an even larger part of the world. This will be the memories of the person you loved.
My grandfather had come to this conclusion himself. His many years of suffering from wars, poverty, and injustice had brought him to this point. Light no longer illuminated his body; he would never see it again.
Standing over the grave of my deceased relative, I couldn't help but feel sad. However, after a few hours of prayer and reflection, I came to understand that his peaceful death was his liberation from the suffering that had accumulated over his difficult life.
I didn't want to let him go, but I, like no one else, could not influence the laws of nature. That's what I was thinking about then. About the influence of unknown factors on the fate of my loved ones and myself.
No, don't get me wrong, I'm not angry at the world. I understand that he left without suffering, peacefully. It can be considered a kind of liberation, I told myself, clenching my fists tighter.
The life he lived was not so bad either, although it might seem that he spent half of his life at war. In fact, he was very lucky that he didn't die on his first day and was able to live for 60 years.
It's even surprising that not everyone can boast of having fought in all three Great Liberation Wars against nature and survived. But even so, nature caught up with him on a personal level.
Many thoughts visited the only relative and grandson of the deceased grandfather. Approaching the grave again and bowing over the tombstone, the grandson muttered a few phrases to himself.
No one heard him, and there was no one else to hear him. All his relatives were dead, and his grandfather's acquaintances had either died or disappeared without a trace. Most likely, this was another punishment from nature to humanity.
If people can resist the forces of nature, then only together, united. But each one can be destroyed on the personal front, where you will always be alone.
[Five long years have passed]