I dreamt we were catching up. 

I miss you.

It's hard to come to terms with the loss that comes with death. Maybe because of how absolute and irreversible it is. It's not something that you may never see or experience again. It's not something where you can hold out hope. It's lost and gone forever. 

You remember people in your heart and memories, but you have to accept you will never see or speak to them again. It doesn't rock me the way it used to. But it will always hit a spot that believes in happy endings and hope and sunshine and rainbows... but then again, if there is an other side, another life, maybe it is not as terrible as it seems.