I think some of the hardest things to deal with about death is the fact that it is so hard to get used to the fact that the person that died, is gone forever.

I was best friends with my grandfather, i never had a father, so my grandpa sort of took the role of teaching me things about life. taught me to treat a woman with respect, he taught me how to properly bait a hook, he taught me how to drive a car. when he died, it was like a brick wall had hit me. one minute he's here and the next he's gone forever. life isn't always inevitable, but death is.

i wondered to myself, could there be another world, a parallel world that he entered when he died? As far as I know, he could just as easily be somewhere better than here, than somewhere worse than here. if that makes sense. we know NOTHING about death, except that it hits us all at some point. the fear of the unknown is probably why so many people are scared of dying.