"People die every day. We mourn the same. We concern ourselves with how to continue without their council, their friendship, their companionship, their love. We grieve for ourselves. We are left empty, in turmoil, with a cavernous hole, to fill only with the thoughts and consolation that they have gone to a greater place. We take solace that they are freed from life‘s pains and are indeed safe and content.
But what of our dead..."