The loss of a person is like a rift in the heart that does not bleed until he returns. The heart and mind enter into a conflict and never stop until they get back what was lost, until life returns to the body that has become like a dry barren land. No matter how many years of our life have passed, things that remain in our memory keeps on hurting us, and even if the lost person returns, we can’t get back the lost years. We rejoice a little and grieve a lot, but eventually “I want, and you want, and God does what he wants.”
We will strive to move on, and be patient, we will try to soften our broken hearts.
Oh, my bereaved… Tell me, are you the lost person or me!