I have recently lost someone I loved dearly to cancer, a year and a half. The pain has begun to lose its rawness. I am struggling to even try to imagine going through this grief again. This is the crux. I am not afraid to die but death seems ever present and not far from my conscious thoughts. I have learned many things, for example, that I can experience and pass through darkness of the soul. But there are people yet closer still that may go before I do. Death is all pervasive.