My Facebook timeline's become a digital graveyard. One by one, our friends, colleagues, and family are leaving, taken away from us. No matter their age, they seem to have left us too soon. I think it's because we never got to see them or talk to them before their passing. This is a fictional narrative about how we grieve for someone we'll never see again, ever.
And for us who were left behind, no matter how well we take care of ourselves, our bodies give in to sickness. That's the sad truth we all have to face everyday.
Here's one story made up of all of our stories: How We Grieve For Someone We'll Never See Again, originally published in Medium.
I was dumbfounded when I found out about your condition. They said you were having trouble breathing, and you needed to be intubated. My doctor friend said that’s painful; I wish I can ask you how that experience was.
Your brother had trouble looking for a hospital for you because most have reached their maximum capacity. We were relieved when your mother texted us you were finally admitted to a private hospital outside the city. No one could visit you even if we wanted.
You were stuck, with your family waiting for you at home. They must have suffered a lot too, thinking about you alone, praying hard for your healing.