Meredith Rose
Maybe some things do last forever, but what shape do they take? How do you recognize them once they've walked off the earth? It's just that life is so astoundingly long, and death so completely permanent, it seems impossible that I'll make it through. You've provided every ray of light to find my face since you were born. It's so obvious. Only next to you do I become anything that I recognize. I honestly don't know how people live after the people they love most are dead.