The hardest part about death.
Is letting go of who we used to be.
Sometimes we cling to these memories with every fiber of our being.
And that holds us back.
It holds us back from all these beautiful things life has to offer.
We are stuck living yesterday- today, tomorrow, and every day after.

You can still love them, and you should love the hell of them.
But please, don't carry them as a burden.
Carry them as a beautiful piece of the new you.
They are a part of you now.
Always, and forever.