The saddest part of losing someone to death was all the things that someone didn't get to tell them when they were alive. It truly will make the rest of someone's life a living hell as they keep regretting it.
I remember how it felt when I lost my parents. It felt like the world only stopped spinning for me, but the rest of the world kept moving forward. I couldn't sleep for days, and even if I managed to get a good night's sleep, I would always end up with a nightmare.
That is not the worst part, though. I started to live in my own little world for a while and will keep imagining what it would feel like to have them at certain points in my life. I would imagine what they would say or how they would react to certain things.
It was a living hell. At times, I wished I was the one who had
