Soon or later we all lose our loved ones. Doesn’t matter how strong we loved them, matters only one thing – they always  remain in our hearts. They will be our angels and will help us when we need to stand up again. Death is not a cemetery smell. It is also not a cold coffin or moist soil. Death help you to become a little bit higher than you was. It so paradox that soil means earth as we all come from the sky. And our bodies stays in brown and moist pieces. Why earth? Why not heaven? Why not hell? Or maybe we all understand earth differently? One of us think that earth is torture, other feel like it is happiness light. But this is how we reach happiness – through the suffering.

But my main point is – when you cross a difficulties and you reach the happiness comes something unpleasant and inevitable… And that is death. You don‘t have to be afraid. Respect death. It is not a ghost or scary man. It is a light where you will find your loved ones.