Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering - Roland Barthes

Sometimes I wonder , which is more painful – Loosing a dear one to death ? Or  loosing your dear ones to time/situation/decisions and being dead for them (or they being non existent for you)?  

Sometimes I Wonder which is more painful, going to a house which was once full of  love and loved ones, but now love is  missing though the house is still full of  same people …. or going to a house where you still feel the warmth of the love shared though the loved ones might not be there ………..  

Blessed are those who mourn, and so are those who mourn death of a relationship, for they realize importance of relationships they miss and also realize that life brings different opportunities and people  to share and care …..

“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.” 
― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid