Tragic

I often wonder what I'll do in the face of a great tragedy, when someone close to me is gone forever. I really don't know how I'll do it, how I'll make it. I've never really had to face that obstacle, that moment when you know you'll never see them again, or talk to them again or laugh with them again. I'd like to think that I'll be strong, that I'll make it through the other end of that grief but I don't know anything about how to do it or what I'll do.

Humans are so strong, stronger than we ever give ourselves credit for. Generations after generations have lost those they loved and have dealt with and it moved on. It scares me sometimes that I won't be ready for it and something will happen, that I won't know what to do or what to feel or how to move on. It scares me that I'll be lost, that life will stop and I won't know when or where to begin again.

We must all face it inevitably, though that doesn't make it any less tragic or any less dreadful, it just makes it more ironic.