Isn't this how we heal?



We cry...we feel the pain, we feel the dark beneath the grave!



I found my self wondering in the middle of a grave yard. Most of the tombstones have the year 2020.. Fresh pain, fresh cry. Some of these tombstones have fresh flowers laying beside them written hope all over them. To my right I see two people digging another grave and soon there is going be another pain in that spot. And there were couples crying to my left, the girl was on her knees crying her eyes out infront of the tombstone, the guy had no hope on his face, I see pain running through his veins and I see that same pain trying to brust open his veins. Suddenly I started walking toward them, I don't know why, may be I was going to offer them a hug or maybe I was just going to ask, with every step I make, I could hear the cry loud and clear and it did not take me more than 3 steps to hear the words ''WHY SO SOON!'' although I was a few steps away, I put my hands up to hug them wondering if it is going to change anything, I wanted them to stop crying, I just wanted to drill hope into the guys hopless face but I seem to worsen the situation. why did I think a simple hug was going to bring back whoever was in that grave? Hope is the last thing you want to offer someone who just lost it. Hope has an enormous power to build a future and equally powerful to erase it.
To be continued......