My uncle died of heart attack last night. The news was so sad and terrible to me that for some moments, I wasn't able to stand.
The helplessness you feel when someone close to you dies, is beyond explanation. I have always been very fond of modern technologies and means of communication, but last night I realized how shallow and useless they are when you want to be physically there.
I find myself torn between two countries at the moment. No word can approach to the grief.
I know my being there can not bring my uncle back to life, but yet it is very painful not to be there. I want to hug and cry with my father, brothers and cousines. I want to console them, but the helpness is the hinder.
May his soul rest in peace !
A shallow and helpless sentence of a wounded soul.