No, time does not heal anything!
I looked back at a blogpost I wrote 4 years ago when my uncle passed. I wrote about grief from losing my cousin and uncle. However, losing my brother 2 years ago has changed my perspective on a lot of things. When I flew home to Malaysia, I already had more than 12 hours to collect my thoughts and emotions. I told myself that he is in a better place where he can’t feel pain anymore. He doesn’t have to go through the pressure of meeting people/society’s expectations anymore. By the time I saw my brother in a coffin, I did not shed a single tear. I was surprised that I did not cry. People around me were surprised too that I did not cry. I think I was in shock but I also knew that I had to stay focused and be there for my parents. My priority is my parents. We cremated my brother’s physical being, did a 16th day memorial service based on the Hindu religion. Over that two weeks, I have cried myself to sleep numerous times because I did not want to cry in front of people. After 3 weeks, I