On the aftermath

There is so much that is being said by my generation of opinionated, exhibitionistic friends in the face of death. The comments that currently flood my social media channels range from disgusting political statements to outpouring of simultaneous grief and support, to people intellectualising the entire affair, and I have no idea what to think about it.

I understand that everyone expresses their grief in a different way, but I find it interesting when an overwhelming majority sees the need it to tag it in a hashtag, as if sparing a thought for social media trawlers going through that tag, that label on a person’s death, several other people’s loss.

And now, even as I write this, I’m adding to the idle chatter and commentary to this matter that is the worst thing to ever happen to someone else. 

I hate it when someone’s else death and/or loss gets transformed into some sort of sobering mechanism, to remind others that life is short, etc. etc., but it happens, doesn’t it? I feel weird about it, but humans are weird and feelings are complicated, and we can’t compartmentalise them.

But the truth is, no more intellectualising, no more social commentary please, just steadily offer your help and support to those who need it, and that goes a long way.

The thing is, grief is a monster, and the worst thing is we have to learn to live with it.

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