life after death

it all happened so fast that there was absolutely no time or no way to prepare for this.

sorrow so heavy, that it doesn’t give warning when it’s going to strike.
when it does, it hits too hard to control or to keep composure, no matter how public the place or inconvenient the situation.
there are questions that don’t have answers, silences that can’t be filled, and a void.
learning to navigate words that are there, but aren’t said.
reading faces.
fighting consciousness in the middle of the night when nightmares haunt.
trying to accept the unbelievable.
holding on to memories.
re-prioritizing without even trying.
not knowing what to do next.

this is life after death.