I used to dwell on the scene of you laying in your casket. Still, I get chills when I pass the funeral home. It hits my heart in such a familiar way. It hurts to be missed. Desperate for help, I reached out to a psychic. He said you've passed on, and that you're not sticking around anymore. The scary part is... I can't feel you anymore. The friend who's spirit I held onto so dearly isn't there anymore. There is life after death, and then there is death again. Embrace it while you can. I guess that at the end of it all, there is love, but there is also that second good-bye. We have to be prepared. Stay focused on the life you feel, and for your own sake, don't let it slip.