People never truly understand what it is like when somebody else loses someone or something close to them. You know how it feels, but you just can’t gauge the connection that they had personally. It makes it harder because you almost feel alone. People can tell you how bad they feel and that they have experienced similar, but your particular situation doesn’t resonate with them as theirs did. Which is totally understandable, but it just makes the grief harder to bare. You feel so much pain, but nobody quite matches your emotion. We all deal with it, and most of us move on. That is life, and it’s an absolutely heartless bitch, but maybe that’s why the good things feel so amazing.
May it last. May the laughter and the genuinely beautiful moments last. Long after the pain has subsided, may the love live within you. The pain is a result of the good days, and even the bad. It’s the times that are impossible to duplicate, and those perfect days when you realize, maybe even subconsciously, how deep your love can go. Laugh at the humorous days, and let the tears run their course, but never carry the unbearably heavy burden of regret or emotional pain. That can never help, and your memories will fade. Let them live on inside you and think about the times that they would want you to remember. Not the worst things that happened or their death. Use your time of trouble to grow, and be who you know that you can. Positivity can always light up the darkest of rooms, and love will always carry you through. I miss my beautiful friend.
