Do you feel that a lifetime of regrets would change things, or do you feel that a certain sense of sentimentality instead of pathos should coincide with your guilt and longing for a certain someone, be it a loved one or a total stranger? How do you feel if one day, that certain someone just disappears out of your life, with just nothing but memories to hold on to. Pictures disintegrate, yellowed and suspiciously looking downright silverfish bitten. Material possessions like handbags, clothes and perfumes started going missing, as if that someone had taken it back with them. Would people in their right mind start emulating the familiarity and intimacy established throughout their lives in their sleep?

We do not need a crash course to realise that such ideas are banal to our sense of well-being. Death is a realisation of truths, a transformation of the person and the people affected by his/her death. Nothing is impervious to aging, illness and finally, death. Why delve in memories and pathos when a future without the loved one meant a new beginning? Our constant attachment to a lost reality would only stifle growth and sanity. Sanity is a state of being and we can't just let it go just because of setbacks and tragedies. I want to learn to accept the process of death but how many could? When you helplessly look on as the gradual wane of the loved one's physical and mental state, it just became a vicious cycle until the day when the person just stopped breathing. You could do nothing, just stand there, try as you might a sudden rush of emnotions started clouding your perception. "Should I start cutting of their food supply?" "Should I kill her by drowning her with water into the lungs?" "Should I offer a pillow and strangle her?" Or should I look on as euthanasia would only cast me as a cold blooded murderer. You thought life still have to go on, just as flowers bloom and follow with wither.

Well, moving on is simply the solution. See beyond the facets of the process of death and death itself. It would take time but well, acceptance rather than blissful ignorance. Death transforms, we in turn get transformed with each passing day after the death of a loved one. In the end, both parties benefit, as the dead went onto life after death and we move onto better futures.