Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
― Mitch Albom
I've only ever lost one person who was close to me. At times the reality of that loss and the empty space in my life comes on so fresh and raw I can barely breathe, as if some invisible hand is mercilessly pressing on my chest. It doesn't seem fair that the only thing certain in life, the only thing we can truly count on, is death (and taxes, right?). Accepting this does not make it any easier. In fact, it makes me fear even more the inevitable losses to come, including leaving this world myself. I can't imagine a better place than this, and have no faith necessarily that there is something after this life. Yet, I think if we use this knowledge to prompt us to truly aspire to be present in our lives, not hold anything back, and look in to the eyes of our loved ones and attempt to see their souls, love will be paramount-not fear or sadness or anger. Having loved and been loved in return keeps those people with us.
Great post, when we were at Pigpen's grave I noticed you in a sad reflective moment, were you thinking about your loss?