We Want Grief To Follow a Timeline. It Doesn’t

There is a Hindu tale about the first mortals to live on Earth, a twin brother and sister named Yama and Yami. In their world, it was always daytime and the sun shone uninterruptedly alongside perfect, spring-like weather. One day, Yami found her brother lying down, as if sleeping, yet he was cold to the touch. He was dead. Her grief was overpowering and destructive, and the gods worried it would destroy the Earth. When they tried to comfort her, she would respond, “But Yama just died today!” ….[READ]