Mourning is a very selfish process. We go to pay our respects to the dead. We go to honor the legacy they have left behind. Meanwhile, the dead are still dead.

Those of us left behind deal the with emptiness the loss has created. We look in ourselves and evaluate how we feel about death and life, and the pain associated with both. Although we rarely wear the appropriate mournful black after the funeral, we wear it in our hearts, in our eyes, in our voices, in our hands, and pass it to the things we touch. We are in pain. Nothing said or unsaid can make that stop. Time is supposed to heal all wounds, but I have learned after time and time again, the wounds heal...The scars remain.