When someone you love dies, you feel a sense of sorrow and joy. It can be a bitter-sweet mixture; sorrow that you may never see them again, and joy that you know they are in a better place. You somehow go into a state of shock when you either hear about or witness the death of one you love, not wishing to accept the fate of their life. Death is something can break someone down, ruin their life, just by simply taking away a person. Memories begin to flood your mind of the loved one. When they were young. Especially when your daughter is the one death has claimed. Her first bath, her first words, her first birthday, and when the words “I love you” come out from her mouth.  After the wave of memories and emotions, questions fill your mind. “What could I have done? Could I have stopped her death? Will she remember me? Why am I such a horrible parent?”

Love is something very powerful. Love is a force to not be reckoned with. It is not a toy or something that can be manipulated. It is something we have been given, and it should be cherished. It is better to love and have a heartbreak than to never love at all.

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,

Love leaves a memory no one can steal”

-Anonymous