QUOTE : Death is a finality; you can never recoup the loss. There will always be something unique about that individual, their wit, charm, the way they smiled or the way they made you smile, hell, even their silence when others spoke. Those people aren’t just gone; when they go they take something from you as well, something tangible, it can never be replaced. That’s why they say you “miss” them; there’s something missing now besides another body. How many holes can you have in your heart before you begin to bleed out?