She was a silent fighter with a demon in her lung that stole her breaths from her before they passed her tongue. He was a silent fighter who was always taught to share so he held his breath when he was with her so she could have his air.
I'm not sure if you truly ever heal after the loss of a loved one you just learn to live life without them, and I will never be whole again. I will learn to live with the emptiness of the hole in my heart.
Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time. Every time I'm kept in the dark. Every time I'm outcasted. Every time I have unanswered questions.