DEATH....do we ever get used to it?

For the past few days me and my family have gone through a lot courtesy of my grandfather's deteriorating health condition... he went from being a totally normal old man with signs of Alzheimer...to all of a sudden ending up in coma...the doctors gave him just a few days more to "live" and we all rushed to his bed side and most of us weren't holding on as strongly as we should have...except for one man...my father...now there is something you should know about my dad..he has most of the attributes a typical Arabian man would have...strong, brave and not someone who can cry easily....and as much of a softie he is when it comes to me and mom (He does a lot of things that other Emarati men of his age or even today's generation would consider "3eeb" like hugging me in public or even kissing my forehead or holding mom's hand) I have only seen him cry twice in his life.....once when his mother passed away and second time when we last said goodbye to my grandfather before he started showing the signs & symptoms of Alzheimer....

The first one was totally understandable but the second one didn't make any sense to me (at that time of course)......I guess I don't really have a sixth sense....and I guess dad knew that this might be the only proper goodbye that my grandpa will have with him with all his senses in check!!!

coming back to his current situation...I was surprised to see how well my dad handled it all...in fact he was the one who kept the spirit of the family alive...and kept consoling me all through....

Is he used to the idea of death? Has he convinced himself of my grandpa's departure one day?

I know death is the biggest truth of life...and we all have to go sometime....but does it ever get any easier??

My grandfather's health has stabilized now....and everything seems to be better for the time being....but the sentiment still remains...so I'm going to end it with a do3a'a....Allahoma A7sen 5atematna ajma3een...