There is a goodbye in every hello, just as there is an end in every beginning. We all know that our inevitable finale is to leave this world, and hopefully we made an impact in this world and will leave it a better place.
Yet, despite of death being a part of the cycle of life, still, it never fails to tear a hole in our heart whenever we lose someone we love. It’s just one of the hardest things humans have to go through — to grieve a departed lovedone.
Death leaves a heartache that’s difficult to heal. The fact that you would never see your love ones ever again, nor be able to hear their voice once more, makes the grieving process all the more devastating.
A woman seeking an advice in Reddit, an online forum community, experienced losing her cherished best friend. She was mourning over her death and turned to Reddit, looking for someone who could give her an advice in order to heal from the devastating reality… that she would never be able to hug her best friend ever again.
“My friend died. I don’t know what to do.”
A lot of Redditors shared their own experiences of losing a loved one, most of them expressed their condolences towards the anonymous woman. Among the number of responses which the woman’s post garnered, the comment which came from a self-confessed old man, answered with an honest and beautiful response.
Here’s the old man’s response to the Redditor’s unfortunate circumstance, which amassed the highest upvote.
“Alright, here goes. I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not. I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here’s my two cents.”
“I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to ‘not matter.’ I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it.”
“Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see.”