The loss of someone is actually the loss of some part of ourselves. A part that feels, reacts, thinks and responds in a particular way. A part that we have grown to love, a part that we have integrated into ourselves, or a part that has suddenly blossomed from a bud that was always within. It is this part that we lose, this part that we have to silence after it has found its voice, this part that we have to cut and throw away, knowing that never ever again will this part be alive in quite the same manner again, nor will it speak through us. It is this loss that we can never replace, this part that shines through us for a brief time like a shooting star and fades into a deep darkness never to emerge again.