Their death left you empty; leaving just hollow echoes of their memories. They died without warning, they didn’t even say goodbye. You’re so angry that you’re fighting the tears; you’re so sad that you’re angry, personalizing them passing as a way God failed you. “It was their time”, you’re thinking what the hell does that mean. It means it was time for them to go on a journey that didn’t include you. It means that their spirit became more valuable than their body. It’s okay to mourn the loss, but try to focus on all that you have gained. Their presence is still present, all they have meant is still meaningful; you don’t have to touch, hold, or listen to their voice to keep them close to your heart. Celebrate all they were by celebrating all you are. I know, you remember the fights that were so important then that mean nothing now. I know, you remember their words that meant nothing then, but mean everything now. Take a deep breath, that’s the process! They say everybody mourns different, but the same things arise just at different times. Allowing the tears to pour down your face is not a form of them being erased; it’s you accepting they are gone but never forgotten!!!!