Tears sting my eyes once more, building up and rolling over my cheeks with the heat of a dying star. Isn’t that what death is? It’s forgetting. It’s letting go. We make peace with the dead to say goodbye.

Ryan Galloway
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The last thing you have to do when the person you love dies is to say goodbye. You have to let go and accept that they are gone. Death is letting go, but it also means that you can’t see them again. In a way, it’s like living alone without your loved one, because you can’t see them or be with them again.

However, there is comfort in this loneliness. It means that you can live a normal life without having to worry about what they would be doing at a particular time. Being able to live a simple life and not worrying is a kind of peace that gives you a chance to heal from the heartache of losing someone special.

Source: Biome

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