It's not fair that our daddys have to leave us. Afterwards we are only half the person we were when they were here with us. There is some alchemy that happens when loved ones die- though we thought we couldn't possibly love them any more when we had them present- somehow after they're gone away, the absence ignites an eternal flame deep inside of us that will never extinguish and part of them seems to continue through us, and that I think is the true grief of death, that their last vestiges must die inside of our death.
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It's not fair that our daddys have to leave us. Afterwards we are only half the person we were when they were here with us. There is some alchemy that happens when loved ones die- though we thought we couldn't possibly love them any more when we had them present- somehow after they're gone away, the absence ignites an eternal flame deep inside of us that will never extinguish and part of them seems to continue through us, and that I think is the true grief of death, that their last vestiges must die inside of our death.