The author recounts their experience of dealing with the sudden loss of a close friend who died by suicide, followed by the gradual decline and passing of their grandfather and paternal grandmother. They describe the jarring contrast between the world's indifference to their grief and the overwhelming emotional turmoil they felt, likening death to an active, callous "verb" that refuses to be ignored.
The author shares how their academic and social life were disrupted as they grappled with the weight of their losses. They describe the moments of raw anguish, such as wanting to lash out at a stranger who told them to smile, and the surreal experience of listening to their grandfather's labored breathing over the phone as he neared the end.
Despite the compounding tragedies, the author finds solace in the support of their friends and the realization that "love is a verb too." They reflect on the complex emotions that arise when confronting the mortality of loved ones, including the bittersweet laughter shared with their mother over the timing of their grandparents' deaths.
The author acknowledges that while the pain of grief may never fully subside, there is comfort in the knowledge that the love shared with those who have passed lives on. They emphasize that grief is a universal experience, and that the only way to navigate it is to allow oneself to fully feel the weight of the loss, even when the world seems indifferent.
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