When you lose someone untimely; all left is never ending guilt, fear, and pain.

I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.

Pain, unless it is physical, was sold to you (by your culture).

The stony silence of death,
trapped by the original gravity of our sins,
and the perpetuity of a long, leisurely yawn,
a world where blood and bone no longer matter.

We die a day at a time

...nobody was ever really ready to turn off their mother's machine, no matter what they thought; to turn off the light of their childhood and walk away, just as if they were turning out a light and leaving a room.