It’s the NEVER I can’t stand. The never-ness, the finality, the cold hard lump of coal fact that I will never hear from him again, never be heard by him again, never see or be seen. Never.

I don’t know how people can believe they’ll be reunited with loved ones in “Heaven” with a capital H, but I can understand why they’d want to believe. It would make everything so much easier, so much more palatable, so much less hair-pullingly, teeth-gnashingly, gut-wrenchingly horrifying if I knew that one day we’d be face to face again, admiring the fluffiness of clouds.

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