Whether death results
from a sudden accident
or a sustained illness,
nothing in life can prepare
us for the death of a loved one.
It always catches us unawares
when we are not really prepared.
Death is so deeply personal
and stunningly final.
Nothing can emotionally
prepare us for its arrival.
With every death,
there is a loss.
With every loss,
there will be grief
that pierce us deeply.
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