The moments that bring you back to the person who lies buried in the past will never cease to remind you that you bury details behind you the longer you continue to walk as they build up piles of dirt and dust.

The sounds that seem to be from a distant time will dredge up things you thought were forgotten and damaged behind you, resurfacing at times that you never imagined you would find them.

The smells that remind you of someone not found will follow you from town to town as you try to stifle down the feelings they set free when you come into contact with that one smell that is unique to those not around.

There is no worse realization than the one that comes right after remorse and reconstruction, the one that makes you realize that there will always be things to cause a relapse of remembrance and a reason to look back at the reality of loss.

The whispers of that voice you knew like the back of your hand will fade away into wanton wonderings of "did they have a deep voice?" Or "was a certain raspy quality to the way they used to sound?"

The quirky qualities that always made them stand out to you will turn into quickly receding memories that you'll never quit reaching for at the back of your mind to quench your longing for one you don't want to leave behind.

The loving embraces of every friend and acquaintance you’ve ever known won't even begin to replace the way it felt to end up hugging the one person that you'll never be able to lay hands or eyes on again.

The way they could always make your life a better place through the simplest thing, show of affection and turn of phrase will never quite be replicated in a similar fashion to what they could do after the day for their passing.

There is no worse circumstance than losing the lovely little things that you cherished and took advantage of every day you had with someone close to your heart, the one suddenly disappearing into a cloud of condolence casseroles and grave dust.

There is no ceasing of the sensation that comes crashing upon the caring loved ones who now stand around the cold and empty carrier of their past tense loved one and friend.

There is no greater pain than that which you feel when you know that the body that contains feelings and fear, fury and finesse is now nothing more than fertilizer for future flowers and fields of grass.

There is no stronger stake than the one you drive through your own heart when you have to say goodbye to the goodnights and the guilty look they gave when they played a good hearted trick on you.

There is no worse thing than to lose someone close to you, someone you never considered being without for good, and there isn't a more bittersweet thing than that final glance of that sweet loved one's face as they are erased from history and move from life into eternity.