Three deaths in one month. Enough to shake anyone. But when two are sudden and unexpected, it doesn’t just shake—you shatter.
It’s not as if I haven’t known loss. I’ve lost my husband, my father, a dear friend, a beloved cousin—and of course, my dog Muffin. Except for Dad, they all died far too young. And Muffin—I will miss her till I see her again.
I mourned them for a long time—and in many ways, I still do. But over time, I gained an acceptance of death.
This time, I thought I could do that again.
But how do you accept the death of a 17-year-old? A 33-year-old?
Strangely, I didn’t cry. I just… floated outside of it all. Pretended nothing had happened, as if detachment could protect me.
I’m not asking why. I’m not pleading or raging at the universe. I’m just still.
Watching. Waiting.
And every time the phone rings—especially in the early hours or long after dark—my heart turns to ice.
I am so sorry for your loss, Sunita. Grief has its own rhythm, and sometimes, just breathing through it is all we can do. Hugs, dear Sunita. ❤️
Thank you Vinitha. Yes, grief has its own rhythm, I am learning to tune in to it slowly.
I’m sorry that you and your family are going through this horrible time. Shocking deaths like those you’ve experienced are really hard to come to terms with. And when everything comes together like this, you’re almost steeling yourself for the next terrible thing! Lifting you all up in love and prayer. Hugs.
Thanks Corinne for being there, for the love and concern.