When we hug ourselves and give in to wrenching sobs
It's not as though we imagine them in the depths of hell
When our red-rimmed eyes still pour out an ocean
It's not because they died too young to be great
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A great poem, when someone we love dies we have to deal with it anyway we can to get through it. Really like this.
Thanks Dave. Death doesn't really really give us a choice.