On the loss of a young life

Last week was a week that made me take another look at my life and the life of all those who are dear to me.

I lost a cousin last Sunday. We were first cousins. He was just 23!
Acute Pancreatities is what it took to take away such a young life from us!

He is survived by his parents, grandmother and an older sister.
There is nothing that we can do to provide solace to his parents. They are completely broken.Time is the only healer they say...but no matter what... death of a loved one is the most difficult to gulp.

I guess all of us know that death is inevitable, but the suddenness of it, is what is so scary. I wish I had kept in touch with him more often. Maybe there was something I could have done to help him survive...

I am sharing a poem that is a perfect expression of anyone who has lost a loved one. Really touches my heart.


Funeral Blues
-W.H. Auden


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.