Death.

It's inevitable. But today, I'm not here to talk about my own. Instead, about the things that happen when our very close ones do. Technically, death is something we all know is coming our way, it's actually no surprise. Yet, emotions, like they say, always come in a lot. There are some people we have known since our birth, who we look up to, to correct our mistakes and right our wrongs. People that don't have to say that they're always there for us, because they prove it being there. People who we don't just look up to for advice or help when we need it, but also people that are with us in crime and the fun-modes too. The people we lunch with every other day, and it still doesn't feel enough. I write with blurry vision as I tell you, that someone just like that to my father passed away. Now you'll say, he wasn't close to you, right? Why you being such a baby about it? 
It doesn't work like that. When someone so close to someone you're very close to- dies, you rethink everything you've every done, reconsider your life choices, and imagine how horribly that is going to affect your father. But maybe that is how it's supposed to be. It's supposed to make you like that. Then watch you- either rot in living hell, or get past it. Constantly cry over it or cherish the memories you've had together and stay in peace, knowing that he's always watching from above. Abandon everything and everyone or embrace the fallen and maintain their legacy, in our hearts and in the world.