They were all I had. My only connections into the real world. I loved them with all my might. I needed them like nothing else. And they needed me. They said I was, "Nice. And nice people are hard always to come by." They were my only true friends. My only real family.
We were together for the longest time. Letting them go was the hardest thing I had to do. I think I still can't, because if I could, I wouldn't be writing about them. The whole world says death isn't painful. But it is to those who hadn't died but lost people. Nobody prepares you for that. Death is the end of someones life. But not only of the person being cremated or buried. No one Can prepare you for that.
When the disaster took them away I wanted it to take me too. But it didn't and I was to live my life alone. In depression and coldness. All alone. I knew death and I welcomed it. Because at least I would get my lives back then.....
......I'm much better now. I have let them go for the most bit. And I know they are fine, wherever they are. That eased the pain and helped me heal from their loss. Right now, I continue to heal. It's a long process.
This was fiction. Death is something I have experience with but not on the scale I have presented above. I just had to post this entry though. For all those who have lost someone so close. I believe it would get better for them.
For those who lost people in the Brazil and Australia floods, I hope you can be alright someday, no matter how long it takes.
"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome."