Torn

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No matter how much intellectual conjecture we might do about Death, nothing can ever prepare us for for losing someone. There’s something completely chilling about the finality of it. Each morning since Saturday, I’ve woken up and then remembered with a shudder that my dear friend is facing each new day without the love of her life and the father of her two children. My heart just breaks, over and over again.

Is there any comfort in the theory that a person’s Soul never stops existing? That perhaps their Spirit is infused in the space surrounding us and never really “leaves”? I don’t know. All I perceive for the present time is that there is a gaping hole where that person used to be.

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