Unfortunately, I found out on Tuesday that a family member who lives in China had passed away from cancer. Coincidentally, the day after, I started a project in my French class analyzing poems written by Jacques Prévert in his Paroles. The one that my friend chose was called "Chanson des escargots qui vont à l'enterrement" which translates as "Song of the snails who are going to the funeral"
Briefly, the poem talks about two snails who are going to a funeral for a dead leaf, but because they leave in the fall and arrive there in the spring, the leaves have already all been reborn. The sun comes and gives them advice but telling them not to bring grief with them and instead to retake their colours in order to see the world in colours once again.
Death, in general, will always be accompanied by grief, but it is important that we allow time to help us grieve and then move on. The last thing that the people for whom we grieve would want is for us to continue dwelling on the past, for us to lose our ambition, and for us to simply think about the negative instead of reminiscing all the good times we were able to have with them.