Death is a profound thing. It makes you feel and it makes you numb at the same time. You drive down the road and see the moon, only to realize he will never see the moon again. He will never see his son's game-winning goal or his daughter's tear soaked face as she drapes her body across his. Your heart aches and your mind races but you have no words to say, but nothing comes to your lips except an empty "I'm sorry."
It does not matter how many times you have visited their house or conversations you have had with them, your heart will always be bruised by their absence, an aching to bring them back for the sake of their family.
What were once laughs turn into choked gasps, struggles for air as your heart and mind collide in forming sounds.
Death is a profound thing.
John Hindle, know that although you have not directly impacted my life, your loss has affected hundreds if not thousands around you. Your family has provided some light in my life and know that we will always be thinking of you.
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