If death is natural, and neither evil nor not evil, it is at least true that the parting, or separation, as in the death of a loved one, is an evil, and I believe, a "type" or fractal foretaste, of hell.
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Not even in my dreams do I see him any more.
How can he be so finally gone?
If this grief is all that is left me of him,
Long may I bleed, and long feel the pain.
The ache of missing him will surely never end.
How did I not know that he had passed on,
Until days had passed by? And I his mother.
And he my beloved son.
If I scream loudly enough,
Will the universe wake up?