"And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed." — Maya Angelou

Death is an inevitable part of life we are all doomed to eventually encounter. But, before we personally encounter death ourselves, as we go through life, we are forced to grieve. Grieve for our loved ones that die before us.

That pain - the pain we feel from constantly thinking about our last conversation with that person or the last time we embraced - it is much scarier than experiencing or foreseeing our own deaths.

It is unfair. It is hard. So, incredibly hard. Life will never, ever be the same again. Your eyes are flooded with tears on a day-to-day basis because we are only left with that person's spirit.

I am so sorry.

To all my friends and even family members that have lost a loved one, I am so sorry you are going through this. I am sorry this pain seems endless. I am sorry your world is shattered into pieces. I am sorry you feel empty … and like you lost a part of yourself.

I always question that if there is a God out there, why does He create such pain? Why does He inflict such emotional wreckage upon us? Are we really that deserving of this distress? The forever feeling of uneasiness and wonderment?

Please remember you never have to grieve alone. Death detaches us from those that depart but somehow strings us closer to those that are living. Remember those that pass for their existence, and not for their death. They existed, and they loved. And that love is timeless.

My heart and thoughts are with you all, always and forever. Time will ease your perpetual aching heart, but will never take away your love or their being.

The cycle of life is strange. It is often abrupt, unexpected, and subject to change, but you are stronger than you think. Soon things will feel complete again... and your soul will no longer quiver in agony.