Hi Notearsformula, I think it is perfectly normal for us to think about death, about mortality (our own and others). Death is a part of life, and it is not a topic that most people are comfortable to talk about. But avoiding it doesn’t mean it no longer exists.
I remember when I was barely a teenager, a classmate of mine committed suicide. My schmates and I (we were all in a boys sch) and we all cried at his funeral. I was not close to him, but decades since then I still remember him, still remember his funeral wake. We all moved on but we never forgotten him. 3 months later, a cousin younger than me passed away overnight. Hours before she passed away in the hospital, she was sleeping in my room. I never forgotten either of them.
Since then there have been other deaths I know of, and I don’t forget them either.
We cry because they matter. They matter to us, they left footprints in our hearts. And we mourn and grieve for their loss in our own respective ways.
And you crying/dropping tears doesn’t make you weak. You thinking of your own mortality does not make you weak. On the contrary you are strong because of it, because you are allowing yourself to be emotionally vulnerable and facing the very thing (death) that scares all humanity. That takes strength, that takes emotional courage.
As a fellow human being, maybe you are struggling with how meaningless it seems, or that you are struggling with your own helplessness wondering if you could have done more or done anything at all to save those lives, or perhaps you feel abandoned. I won’t know, but I do know and remember what it is like to feel helpless.
But the challenge… and struggle, is to learn how to live with the sense of helplessness and coming to terms with how some things in life are just simply beyond our control and the only thing sometimes we are left to do, and find ourselves in, is to grieve and remember those who have left this world. Each death will hit us especially those who has left an impact in our lives, and they will forever weigh heavy on our hearts and it’s okay to feel that weight.
But the lives of those who have gone before us have meaning, because they remain in our hearts, long after they are gone.
We are not in this world to save everyone, it is not humanly possible. I hope you will be able to find it in yourself to forgive yourself for the things you thought you could have done, and hold your head up high because you have already done your best.
You miss them in your heart. You wish you could have done more perhaps. Whatever the reasons, talk about them as often as you need to. But know that you are not alone in this world grappling with the senseless ways that death takes people away from us.