The concept of transiting to the other side will always be a mystery. No level of knowledge of what is about to happen prepares us for the shock we feel when we lose a loved one. The emptiness sets in,the environment begins to echo,head starts to spin and we often find ourselves struggling to breathe.
Having a feeling that a loved one might not recover from a particular ailment is something no one should ever have to deal with as it consumes you, leaving you a shadow. When our loved ones gets taken away from a bed to a cold, hard metal trolley, we feel the urge to hug them,call out them,cover them; for all we know it might be cold where they are being taken to.
When this transition happens out of the blue, the feeling of "am I next" sets in. The fun and games stops immediately, people gather around and propose solutions they would not have initially offered if the tragedy did not strike. We gather and watch as our family, friends, colleagues gets lowered to an empty, cold, dark, earth, but that is not them; that is a physical representation of what they looked like alive. Wherever they are, they feel no pain, we assume.
Anticipated or not, we will all transit to the beyond someday leaving behind a handful of broken people whose life will never be the same again or not.
