Whenever someone writes about their mother, father, friend, anyone who has passed away, my heart breaks. I know how bad it is. I know how it hurts. It hurts unbearably. It keeps you in a convulsion, that you are falling apart and that you would rather die, disappear, but you can't, because you are alive.
And the funny thing is that even the one who is "no longer" is still alive. He stands next to us, who suffer because he is gone. But he is next to us. Only, we don't see him.
I remember what it was like when my mother's sister died. Little sister, her golden little sister. She lay on the bed, in the fetal position and screamed. She screamed and screamed. I wrote Grabovoj's lines against sadness and a broken heart on her arm. She felt better, she fell asleep. But when she woke up two hours later, she screamed again...
I don't know if there is a worse pain than losing a loved one... losing a child...
I faced loss very early, at the age of sixteen. I posted about it two days ago. Scroll through my wall. Looking at people who are grieving for their loved ones now, it's the same as me when I was sixteen. You need time to grieve, time to cry out your pain. You need someone to tell you that the departure of a loved one is not the end. That he/she will come back. I didn't know that at the time. If I had known that at the time, it wouldn't have been so bad for me. I wouldn't have put my life on the line - because it doesn't matter anyway - because he/she died...
It doesn't matter. He/she has moved on to the other world. He/she will come back, work for his/her resurrection. We are all eternal. Death only exists in 3D - in the third dimension. In 5D - the fifth dimension, there is no death, no age, no disease and no time. Therefore, we must work on ourselves to move to 5D. There we will meet our loved ones.