the death of a loved one

we all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. and yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

when someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time, when you realize that she never getting back and you can't hear her voice,can't see her face,can't interact with her like you do every single day before . when the day comes when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever there comes another day, and another specifically missing part . it's hurt . 

heart is like a puzzle,when someone you love are gone your puzzle wasn't complete anymore. so my puzzle have lost so many pieces and it never can't be complete anymore.
the terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.

i would rather not go on after all if i can choose , but life must go on.
see, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And the very act of living is a tide: at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded