Well, I’ve visited my grandpa’s grave recently. It was an immersive and tranquile moment. It felt good visiting him, and seeing that the tombstone was renewed, so that he was finally reunited with his cancer-deceased wife, someone I never got to know in person.
My grandfather died at the age of 90 to COVID-19 on 10 April 2020 at the time of 5:42AM. I remember how I came downstairs that morning, and my father told me that he was gone. It came on one side as a surprise, because physically he was immensely strong and resistant, but on the other side it did not. He was 90, suffered from no less than 13 different illnesses like blood thinners, hypotension, kidney failure and massive fall damage from all the times he dropped from the stairs. And he was a very social person, and when quarantine struck 17 March, everything went into lockdown, and no one was ever allowed to visit him anymore. This was the factor that snapped him, and he agreed that passing away would be better than living solitarily. All of this came back to me when I saw his grave. I was not sad, just quiet, like back then. And it felt good.
Do you have lost any relatives to the ongoing virus wave that struck us? If you do, the best of luck and strength to overcome your loss.