Optimism and hope, for a while, means nothing when things happen and you happen to believe that the bad will never stop coming your way.
Its a pity to see someone else can always decide the end of one's life. Its a shame that humanity is a smaller and less important concept for people, perhaps. Its disgusting that I can't do anything about it. And its immeasurably sad that once one is gone, its all over. There's no coming back. There's no making new memories and there's definitely no more happiness that one could get if one lived a little bit longer.
There are memories. Memories filled with past tense. Used-to-be's. There is a missing factor. There's courage and humanity for the rest of the world with the dead person being the very symbol of it. A thousands, millions people will enter this world but there's a soul that just waved us a goodbye without saying it.
I didn't know you, Ansh. But you'll be remembered. May your soul rest in peace. Amen.