Monday, August 29, 2011

grief is a private affair.

When you’re talking about issues of life and death, and when we are talking to people that have lost someone. The sense that this is how they lived and the people he loved, what can we do, even though we offer our condolences it’s difficult to understand their pain and sorrow.
We want to acknowledge the griever’s pain, because we also know it as our own. We offer our hand, our clumsy platitudes, a cup of tea. But at some point we itch to move on to our lives, and leave the mourner to move on to his or hers. Not out of callousness, but out of the knowledge that in the end, grief is a lonely and entirely personal place. What we wish for the grieving is that they learn to pull away from the wild, unruly currents of mourning and rejoin us, knowing that nothing we say can really matters, because we know grief’s dark allure. In grief we sound the depths of our love. In that regard, it’s a private privilege. Society has no place there.(Reflections after the bomb blast)-Vinay

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