The pain of loss. Part 2 of ∞.

I do not believe one can fully prepare for the intensity of this sort of emotional pain. We were quite blessed to have time to prepare for the certain end as it came... yet, the only certainty that really unfolded was the truth of the actual end. I have lost good friends in various ways, people I have felt a deep bond of love and connection to, and the pain of their loss is something I have worked through on a few occasions over the years. However, and not to compare those situations with any specificity as it would be unfair and unwarranted to do so, those experiences of loss simply can not compare due to the differences of the actual type of loss, something quite unexpected to me. I thought, quite naively, that because death was a common thread between them that they served in some sort of preparatory manner for each similar experience to come in life. Now I know how mistaken I was. This has been a new, more intense, more deep, sharper type of pain. Something to teach me something new. Something I hope to learn from. Something I do not want to last very long... but will endure as much as is necessary with as little complaint as I can muster.