"And today, I write this to you
Of the unjust or the sorrow
All of us at some point in our lives, witness a time when we see something disheartening, when we have to face a situation where there doesn't seem to be any hope left, with darkness all around. Loss of a loved one, not being able to express oneself-- the heart craves for an opportunity to unburden the weight seems to be much more than any physical power.
I heard a story about a place where people believe that the only way to end grief of loss is to save a life. If someone is murdered, a year of mourning ends with a ritual called "the drowning man trial". The killer is tied and thrown into the water and the family of deceased is given the opportunity to let the killer drown or swim out and save him. They believe that if the family let's the killer drown, they'll have justice but spend the rest of their life in mourning. But if they save him, they admit that life isn't always fair and the very act can take away their sorrow.
I feel that most of us while grieving are in search of this opportunity to know and face the cause (which may not be just a person but also an ideology) of the grief and be provided with the freedom to hold on to or let go of it. Whether we choose to let go or not may be regarded as right or wrong, but perhaps what matters is that do we provide ourselves with this choice?