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What if we have the belief that we need to be sad when someone near us dies and we cry and lament and sit by the gravesite and visit it often and wear black and become reclusive because this is what our parents and friends and neighbors and movies and the shows on TV all do and we do not know any other way?
What if we were sad for ourselves for a brief while because we missed this physical person in our life and then we became happy for them as they were following their path to their next destination and we remembered them with a big smile?