He did die somewhat unexpectedly. I don’t want to post too many details, but it was a political murder. He was on the morally and ethically right path, and challenging corrupt authorities, and they killed him because of that. He probably knew the risks but I think the moment of death caught him...
I think I’m feeling a mixture of all of this. I think I’m good when it comes to accepting my own personal mortality but others’ mortality bothers me. I can’t bear the thought of losing loved ones. I’ve been trying to link his loss to a long history of sacrifices made by the community that both...
But who am I? What connection did I have to him? Can you imagine losing your son and a strange woman coming up to you saying she’s mourning for him and she feels like they were connected in a past life? I contacted them to give my condolences and support during this tough time, but I can’t...
A week or so ago someone in my town was killed in an unfortunate tragedy.
I never knew him personally but we had mutual connections.
I don’t know why but I have been very affected by his death.
I had no idea who he was before, but ever since this has happened I’ve been feeling strangely...