Funerals are agonizing to watch. Whether you were close to the person that died or not doesn't matter. You'll always shed a tear. Friends, family, acquaintances and so on meet to cry the death of a human being. "Why?" And pain shrieks are listened. A whole reunion of people feeling the same pain.
Loosing someone is hard. At first, you can't believe it and it all seems weird. But then, when the realization kicks in and you realize that person is forever gone, is when all the pain comes as a spear thrust to your heart. The memories kick in and that's when you loose it, all the composure says goodbye. You stand there shaking and crying; you crouch or you shout. Funerals are meant to be sad, and no consolation from any kind can take away the pain.
The pain of loosing someone can't be explained with words for that agonizing, heartbreaking and tear springing feeling is way too complex for words to describe. It never leaves, you just learn to live with the pain.
Today I said goodbye to a great person, not related in any kind to me, but way too special as a human being to not feel his death.
Ave atque vale, Mr. Cano.
