Grief is a bitch.
One of my favorite web series, WandaVision, had a beautiful line that didn't make sense to me until a few months ago. "What is grief, if not love persevering?" I must say, I have led a perfectly shielded life (touchwood). The last death I remember were both of my grandfathers, one whose body was so cold due to the touch of death and yet warmer than his life, and one whose death i couldn't comprehend until I saw tears on my mother's eye, not a regular sight for my naive stride. I didn't understand love much deeply back then, and yet the smell of cigarettes bring me peace and collecting coins with irrelevant value is one of my hobby, all because those are the only things i can hold onto for them. At one point of time, you can let go of these habits, as you decide that maybe just having a photo of them is enough to celebrate their once-existence. In my still preserving naivety, I believe that death gives you a perfect image, an indestructible view of who you grie...