It's so hard to say good bye, and in a way it's never quite real or the truth because we always hope/believe that we'll see each other again. Even when we know that we won't. I think that's the amazing thing about human nature. Faced against all odds, we do lose so much hope, but never completely. I want to say that I hope wherever you are you're happy but I don't believe in after life or heaven or such things. So I drift in between, tricking myself into believing that you're still in this world far far away experiencing the things that you always wanted to. Because I can't yet face the truth that you're really gone.
My friend told me that Buddhists believe that the soul remains among their loved ones 49 days after their death. So when we were talking after Christiana's wake she commented that she didn't like how people kept saying that one day we'll meet each other again because she's still here. I thought it was interesting because from my point of view it showed how people in older times dealt with death. Because when a person dies it doesn't quite sink in for a while. So 49 days I think would be the general amount of time for the average person to accept the reality of the situation. Cos I don't feel you're gone.
