Death Becomes A Statistic

A couple of days ago the wife of a former neighbour died. She was just 38.
No, she didn't die of COVID 19. She just died in sleep. I refuse to add the word "peacefully".
We have no clue internally what kind of struggle she waged to stay alive that night But this is not about her death but about my reaction to it.

I felt no reaction. I was just numb.

What is the reason for it? Could it6 be that we are living in times when death has become just a statistic? We open the newspaper and find that so many have died gasping for breath due to a shortage of oxygen and people are standing in a queue at crematoriums for hours to get their near and dear ones cremated.?

Feeling for the dead in a Necropolis looks and feels silly, doesn't it?

Am I the only one inflicted with this numbness? Or has deaths in such large numbers unleashed an epidemic of indifference?

 

Exactly Hariji, until and unless some near and dear ones are affected, it becomes statistics after we feel angry and pat ourselves in the back that we care and are not such insensitive people after all.