When someone dies, a relation dies with it.. a mother dies with the mother, a father dies with the father, an uncle, a grandparent.. a sibling, their love and care die with that.. no one can replace that.. but other loves do spread out to fill the void, someone else puts a soft, caring arm around to make up for that... that is, if we get lucky. And sometimes, if we are not so lucky, we stay alone for long, waiting for that softness to return in our life in some form, getting it by and by or just getting over it.. that is life.. never stopping no matter how hard it hits someone.
