Death teaches us to love and accept.

We are all forced to learn this lesson while we love and watch the people we love slip out of life.

I watched the nurturer of my existence slip away cold

We always ask why

But there is never an answer satisfactory enough

She hung in her own desperation for a way out

The person I loved the most voluntarily left

Why?

When someone we love goes some part of us leaves with them

I have spent years trying to get that part back

So much despair, disappointment, and desertedness

Life, love, and death they have so much in common:happiness, struggle, pain, hope, loneliness, confusion  

The hardest part is moving on, and some of us don't.

But we are forced to accept it no matter what.

So love and accept