By the Time we reach our 20's most of us have either lost all or maybe both of 'em. We all know that death is something inevitable, when or where doesn't matters, we know it is something that will happen to all of us!  Whether or not we are attached with them, when we see them going away from us, deep inside something hurts.

 At times, we cry ; we cry for our boyfriends - girlfriends. When they( our grandparents) our with us, we laugh, we play but we never think about their end because we live with them in them in the moment. For most of us it's our first experience! For me it was the same. Their funerals are the first one we see, and when you see the rituals being performed; their body  being prepared for cremation or burial and the only thing that revisits your mind for that particular moment is your first moment you shared with them, your first memory with them!

I was never really attached to them until I came to their place for my college! Though we all were prepared that soon it was going to happen, soon there will be no one lying on that bed, soon that particular space of the room which belonged to him will get empty. But when it actually did, it hurt. I realised that responsibilities were coming my way and the remaining part of my childhood was gone. After coming here they were my parents, they were the one's I would run to, they had taken the place of my parents. They were the one's who saved us from the scolding of our parents, warbed then against our bad friends, and yes told us fascinating stories all the time and the unimaginable absence of either of them really hurts!

For the world,we get over it, in a matter of days but do we really? But you play an important role being there for your parents who lost their parent. Liking them doesn't matters, because when they are gone there remain the moment shared together whether good or bad. 

When they all were taking him away all that I did was to stare at him like a child with tears rolling down from my eyes because that particular time he was the only person I wanted, I didn't even missed a single moment from the rituals after his death because all I wanted was to collect all of his moments within myself! 

I don't think there is anything which will completely get you out of this grief, all you can really do is move on with your life and wait for time to heal the things. Those memories will come, you'll confront them again and again but the only thing you can do is to cherish those memories!

As they say, It's the end of an era and everyone should be allowed time to let that sink in!