Deaths are such humbling moments, more so when it suddenly happens to someone you knew among friends or family members. One of the basic thought that come to the still-undecided-but-contemplative mind is – to look back as far as you know about the person, the living being who just bid farewell to life – and then try to assess yourself the balance sheet of their life (life which is one big lie); evaluate the futility of some of their actions or the profoundness of many of their decisions; may be make a sophisticated attempt to place their significance (or for the matter of fact their entire existence) in the context of our lives.
No matter what; the bitter truth about life is the only realization one can draw from it – “DEATH” – the subsequent demise of visible properties that made the body once a living being; now well found as an image in a series of memories or symbolic references to objects left behind. An extension to this fact/reality is: the way we take someone’s existence in our lives as granted, similarly the absence of someone would also be overcome. As my old aunt with a meaningful head used to say – “out of sight, out of mind”.
At times these thoughts, memories and deep suppressed emotions will make their way and surge over one’s mind and heart like a hurricane – which, of course, will be at the event of another death and more so when it happens among friends or family. And the name or identity or the magnitude of the overwhelming hurricane will be equivalent to how you would discern the demise of the person – “who” silently said goodbye, “why” they set off and “how” they left us.