When someone close to you dies, it's hard; because everyone else is just carrying on like nothing happened, because for them nothing did happen, when your world was practically ripped to shreds.
But you've just got to remember to get on with it, because life goes on and the world keeps turning and what seemed like the biggest thing in the world to you was completely insignificant to someone else.
But you can never forget them. Even if you want to- don't; because everyone deserves to be remembered along with all the little (or big) things they have ever done, and sometimes our memories are the only thing keeping us sane.
© Emily Hay 26/9/2012
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