Today is a difficult day for my family; Micheal has departed from us forever, and no one has offered any prayers for him

Today is a difficult day for my family. It is a day that has left an empty space in our hearts, a day that reminds us of the fragility of life, and how quickly someone can be taken from us. Michael has departed from this world forever, and as we sit here in grief, it feels as though the world around us remains indifferent. There are no prayers offered, no words of comfort from others, and no rituals to guide his soul on its journey. It’s a loneliness that cuts deep, not just because we’ve lost Michael, but because it feels as though the world has forgotten him, even though his absence is all we can feel.

Michael was more than just a family member—he was the heart of our family. He was the one who brought laughter into our home, who always knew how to lift our spirits when things got tough. His kindness, his warmth, and his generous spirit were things we came to rely on. To know that we will never hear his voice again, never see his smile, or feel his embrace, is a pain that words can hardly express. The silence in our house is deafening, not just because he is gone, but because no one seems to acknowledge the gravity of our loss. We are left to mourn in isolation, with no one to share in our sorrow, and no prayers to console us.

Death is always a painful reality, but there is something even more heart-wrenching when a loved one passes and there is no communal recognition of their life. In many cultures and traditions, death is met with rituals that honor the deceased—a funeral, prayers, memorials. These ceremonies are not just for the one who has passed, but for the ones left behind. They offer a sense of closure, a way to say goodbye, and a reminder that life, though fragile, is sacred. But for Michael, there has been none of this. His departure feels like a silent passing, as though his life has slipped away unnoticed by the rest of the world.

It’s hard to understand why there has been no outpouring of support. Michael was a good man. He lived his life with integrity, helping others whenever he could. He was a pillar of strength for so many people, always offering a hand when someone was in need. Yet now, in our family’s time of greatest sorrow, it seems as though the world has forgotten him. Friends who once leaned on him for advice, neighbors who would stop by just to chat, even distant relatives who had once been close—none have come forward. No one has offered prayers, no one has sent condolences, and the silence from those who knew him only deepens our pain.

We try to comfort ourselves by remembering the good times we had with Michael. The memories we shared are all we have now. The family dinners where his laughter echoed through the room, the times he would tell stories that captivated everyone, and the moments when his wisdom and guidance helped us through tough situations. These memories are precious, but they are not enough to fill the void. The reality is that he is gone, and the world around us seems to carry on as though nothing has changed. For us, everything has changed. We have lost someone irreplaceable, and it feels like a great injustice that his passing has not been met with the reverence he deserves.

Perhaps it’s because people don’t know how to react to death. In today’s world, death is often something that people try to avoid talking about. It makes them uncomfortable, it reminds them of their own mortality, and so they distance themselves from it. But this distancing only adds to the loneliness that comes with grief. For those of us mourning Michael, it feels as though his life is slipping away even more as people fail to acknowledge the depth of our loss. Death should be met with compassion, with understanding, and with the recognition that a human soul has left this world. But in Michael’s case, there has been none of that.

The lack of prayers for Michael is perhaps the hardest part to accept. Whether or not one believes in an afterlife, prayers serve as a way to honor the departed. They are a way to send love, energy, and remembrance to the one who has passed. To pray for someone is to say that their life mattered, that their soul is being carried forward into whatever lies beyond. Without these prayers, it feels as though Michael’s journey is incomplete, as though he has been forgotten too quickly. We long for someone to say his name, to offer a prayer for his soul, but no one has. It’s as though the world has moved on without pausing to reflect on the incredible person we have lost.

As a family, we are left to mourn privately, but the weight of our grief is too heavy to carry alone. We feel abandoned in this sorrow, wishing that someone, anyone, would reach out to share in the pain of losing Michael. It’s not just that we want others to feel sad for us, but that we want them to remember him, to acknowledge the mark he left on this world. His life was meaningful, and his death is a tragedy. The fact that there have been no prayers, no collective mourning, makes it feel as though the world has failed him, and us, in this moment of grief.

Today is a difficult day for my family, not just because Michael is gone, but because we are mourning him in silence. We are mourning him alone. The lack of prayers, the absence of support from those who once knew him, makes this loss even harder to bear. But despite the world’s indifference, we will remember him. We will carry his memory with us, and in our hearts, we will offer our own silent prayers for his soul. He may be gone, but he will never be forgotten by us.

In time, perhaps, others will come to realize what a loss Michael’s departure truly is. But for now, as we sit here in our grief, we face this sorrow alone. Michael’s life mattered, and while the world may not have paused to acknowledge his passing, we will continue to honor him in the quiet ways that we can. Because even if no one else prays for him, we will. We will keep his memory alive, even in the midst of this painful silence.