I watched my mother's grief when her sister passed, and it was so tangible. Sometimes I still feel that when I look at these images. My husband lost his previous girlfriend suddenly through a car accident. It is the shock and permanence of that loss that cannot be put into words and needs a different medium of expression.
Through these experiences I realized that not only those dying struggle but also the people who are loosing them. No matter who passes and whom we can no longer see, the loss is the same.
It is intriguing to me that shock and permanence remain after so many years. The dead never really leave us. On certain days, I still see that particular look in the eyes of my husband and of my mother. It is incredible that we carry that grief and struggle, yet remain strong enough to prevail and continue our lives.