When there is death or loss it is accompanied by silence. Not always immediately, but that’s what remains when the earth has settled. The life you knew in that person’s form has become quiet and still.
The soul of the bereaved sinks like the soil. From the moment of hearing the news there is a tear in their heart. Like the Jewish tradition of tearing clothes above the heart upon learning of a loss, the centre of reality is ripped from in front of you and whisked away into eternal silence.
It takes a long time for the fissure to begin connecting again.
Death is a deep wound that casts a lifelong shadow.