Death is Truly Painful

This is a platform for problems. So here is one of mine.

Recently a passing of a family member happened. It was saddening.

Before he passed, he was in the hospital. Everyone in the family was saying how in life people go. To me, I saw it as them already giving up on him and I couldn't understand why. It was sad to me that even his family gave up. It hurt more when he said he was going to die anyway. He gave up on himself as well. I was only a few hopeful people. I wanted to be hopeful, I wanted to wish for the best, I didn't want to believe the sad outcome. I remember my mom bring it up about how people pass on over the phone when she hung up, all I could do is rant to myself about how could they think that and how come they couldn't hope for the best. I was told later that day, that he passed away. I thought I would be bawling my eyes, but I could only shed a few tears and the pain I thought would be in my heart was never there. I could only think, "Ah, I see now, I too had given up on him.". I was just lying to myself the whole time thinking he'll be fine. Death is truly painful, it is painful when they pass on, it is painful when it is taken from them, and when they take it themselves.

There is this photo that I love so I'll put down the link. But the artwork is really worth it and all the credit goes to the artist whoever it may be.

Link: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/497999671272104308/

But if you don't check it out, here is what it says.


Life asked Death, "Why do people love me, but hate you?"
Death responded, "because you are a beautiful lie, and I am a painful truth."