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That night, when I heard he was die, I fell down. It is not that we abruptly gave up our lives, but suddenly, in a moment, we had to say goodbye to everything: the early sunshine shone on the feet of the bed, the warmth of the hands of the beloved, the smell of chrysanthemum tea, the smoke of coffee, the old cotton cloth in the rubbish cabinet on the skin, the wooden stairs, the noise of the street in the morning, street lights, laughter, sentences jokes, live music, hugs, and appointments ...

I do not understand why when a person goes away, it is often said that they have died, not true, we lose them. It is like that, suddenly one day, not one by one, but everything, everything disappears, not prepared. Only those who stay awake, with their shortness of breath struggling to catch up to understand what is going on, while unable to stop the tears of feelings of helplessness.
If each one turn away, is everything a little more? If we can say goodbye slowly. Is pain easier to accept at all?