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RE: A letter, for reasons... / Ein Brief, aus Gründen...
This is my second reply, today, of the same type!
Death...
The greatest mystery of nature unrevealed...
But let me tell you:
When someone really beloved, really close to you crosses the line and lie in eternity in a graveyard; you ain't afraid of that graveyard or it's ghosts any more!
My aunt sits near the grave of his beloved son for hours, sometimes in night, just to talk with him supposedly...
It's so heartbreaking to see her like that.
He was too young to pass away... But that's our opinion. The death has its own for sure.
May he rest in peace and may we have the patience to bear this loss... It's been a year and the heartache is still intense
Your aunt lost her son, you lost a cousin... Life and death can be merciless. I am very sorry! And it doesn't get any easier with time, only... more distant.
The worst thing your aunt can do to a deceased person is to sit by his grave and talk to him. The fact is that there, beyond the invisible line, he is forced to communicate with her in his own way, at a time when he has many other tasks there that he must solve.
The best thing an aunt can do is let him go from her.
As if it were tough (at first glance) It didn't sound right.