Today I read in another blog I follow… “I miss C. The dead are such bad communicators. They never reply back”, wrote the writer.
I was shocked. By the starkness of the blog entry. By the loneliness and pain in it.
Yes. The dead never reply back.
And suddenly I thought of my loved ones, dying and never replying back. Or of dying myself and never being able to reply back. The silence in that. The absolute, complete, devastating silence.
The idea of Death is a good yard-stick to measure what we really feel. Of understanding what our love for another really means. If we knew he/she were to die tomorrow, what will we do or not do? And THAT should probably be the way we should always love.