Sometimes dealing with a loss,
dealing with death,
makes you feel very far away from the rest of the world.
You seem very removed from things.
People go on, living their lives and doing their things.
And there you are, perched somewhere different,
aware of the hole that has been left in your life,
and not at all sure how you are going to fill it.
And then you notice the pink sky of the morning,
and take a crisp, cool breath,
and realize that somehow...
you will survive.
And then you will thrive again.
