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It isn't Death itself that is so shocking, hurtful-it's the effect it produces.
My cousin died 2 days ago-Friday-we were not close-close, but close enough. His wife has been staying at our house since then, and never before have I witness the extent of such misery. I have woken up to sobs and sighs of weeping, I have heard her wailing in Spanish as to why, "estoy sola, estoy sola" over and over; the air in my house is thick and heavy with the heightened energy of so many mourning people passing in and out of our door. It is disheartening and it leaves a feeling of helplessness.
This is such a sad time...so melancholy, so tear filled, and yet, it is as surreal as a dream not yet woken from.
masterkao , I publicly thankyou for your generousity and kindness towards me, especially now, since home is not a place of comfort.
I'll post again upon the passing of this cloud.