the irrevocable event

I think it's in the Spider-Man: Far from Home movie, Peter in one of the monologues says, "Everywhere I go, I see his face". SPOILER ALERT.... It was after Tony Stark's heroic death in the battle for earth. If you didn't know this yet, I guess you were really living under a rock.

In the past two days, all I could say was that. Highways, streets, byroads, social media status, newsroom discussions, everywhere I go, I see his face. Even the people who despised politics openly were also mourning the death of Oommen Chandy. 

Death is a funny thing, it makes you relevant the minute you are no more. It makes your finite being all the more glorious when the reality of the lack of it befalls. Why do we only adore the absence of a person in the irrevocable event?

I have always believed grief is personal, how you mourn the separation of a person who can be alive or dead is extremely unique. It's so personal that it has no set protocol or code of conduct. It can make your life move in 10x or distort the coordinates of your reality. It ain't the absence of a person that forces this into action, but the unsureness of who we are anymore. 

I have heard and also said this myself, make a dent in the world, so that people could feel the gap you leave. Some make a dent so deep that could fill the blood of numerous lives, and yet some leave a paper cut mark that stings as that single tear roll down the eye. A memorial of any magnitude is not good enough for those paper cut marks left behind.

Yet, the world moves on. Slogans and confettis will make way for the chants of priests and smell of burning frankincense. And then final journey to the beyond when fresh soil falls on the coffin with a verse recited by the onlookers. "Dust you are and to dust you will return"

If this is the end of man, why does he boast in his wealth, why does he rejoice in his strength. If this six feet pit is the only dent he leaves behind, why make a difference?

And that's why death makes our finite life all the more worth striving for. Death only takes a man, not his memory. Memory of a good man is infinite. Neither death nor erasing history can take it. Oblivion can try, till then the memory of a good man can say, "Oh death, where is your victory!"