The void you left this world in is deafening. I look around at the ones who love you, and see emptiness behind their eyes. Their souls lost between the world you left behind, and the one you're now leaving your mark on.
The walls reverberate with emptiness. Sadness seeps through the chairs that once held you. Your voice echos in rooms full of people, drowing out their voices. Their pieces scatter across the floor in imaginary shatters, bouncing off every surface your lifes essence touched.
The glue that was the driving force for your family. Together, but so far apart. Desperation for the past drips between each interaction.
Life as we knew it will ever be how we know it.
There is no right time for death. There is no second chances at one more I love you, one more I should have said. We're all destined with the same end. Whether young or old, unexpected or expected.