When you lose the person you love most, there is no going back. I think it must be harder to lose what's ahead of you than to let go of what's behind. How does anyone get over knowing that "God" has robbed them of their future? When these kind of promises are broken by random tragedy, the loss is so personally crushing it can feel like divine punishment.
Follow if you can,
What parts of you the world must see:
The bravest of what fades and dies,
If too dim in company we keep.
As all living things need light,
We must love away what hate provides:
For we are all but lost,
If through fear we punish others like ourselves.
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