I think it’s the absoluteness of death that makes it so sad.
How there’s nothing left to hope for in it. At least while you’re still alive.
There’s hope in sickness, there’s hope in distance, there’s hope in time but in death there’s really just…nothing.
How you’d never hear their voices again, their laugh. Make any more new memories. Never feel their warmth. It’s an absolute never.
I cried. Haha. Ha.