How common death was always made me uneasy as it was so effortless itself to achieve, the fact that in any given moment you could be taken away from everything you knew and loved, the fact that your future solemnly did not exists anymore, you didn’t exist, your brother, sister, grandparent, aunty, uncle didn’t exist anymore. The hardest part about watching someone lose another is that they will never share another moment with them ever again in the whole remaining time they have left, and you watch on as every memory becomes the still point of the turning world as it is over analyzed and cherished and how they regret how deeply they took tomorrow for advantage. As you observe them you couldn’t help but feel the unfairness of it all, why me, why them, why anyone? You watch a families stitching come undone only to result in them having no sense of where to go anymore, having to create new beginnings without their most treasured loved ones, you have to witness a best friend lose the one person who knew them the most and how reminiscing on memories is like clinging to knives as it cuts so intensely.  An feeling sorry for the people who were yet to met them and were destined for them but never had the chance, the husband or wife they were to marry, who just lost a soul mate without even knowing. There unborn children who will never get a chance to live, the future career opportunities and places they were destined to go , all these things that slipped away in a matter of seconds, like a mechanical glitch inside a machine that simply stopped it from working anymore, like a camera battery run dead or the light bulb blow it is all these things that give insight into how easy it is to expire and how much we take for granted;  Shows that life is mealy nothing against the whole spectrum of our existence.