Beauty in Loss

There's a certain Beauty in Loss.
Lose a game, lose an object, lose a Loved One.
Learn a lesson from things and people gone.
But only gone from physical existence.
Never gone from your heart -- never 
    gone from dreams.
That's it then, isn't it?
The secret to grief and mourning.
The realization that perhaps Death isn't final.
Death - what we feared, evaded, 
    spend our careers preventing.
Death, the always unwelcome - often unexpected.
Death - sometimes the usher of relief, an end to 
    suffering, the establisher of peace.
Death & Life, two sides of the same coin.
Both a transition in this visible world - both 
    transient in the grand scheme.
Death, always a reminder of Life.
To force the question - was this Life fulfilled? 
    Complete?
To make you wonder how you could live without - 
To make you realize there is always a way.
To send you down a road of memories that though 
    at first cause pain, will later bring Joy.
To task you with the job of recreating who they were 
    so that you understand them more.
To make you see the indelible impression they've 
    left on those around you - 
Traces of their character, everywhere in sight.
A Legacy left, no matter how small.
To make you honor them, flaws and all.
Death & Life unmistakably intertwined - not to be 
    separated but to be respected.
Points in time outside of our control.
Both to be embraced in their rather haphazard way.
Never really gone - always to stay.
Forever molding those behind - shaped and stamped
    for however long the time. 
So, you see?
There's a certain Beauty in Loss. 

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