Death exists to make way for life.
There is no GROWTH without death.
Trees die so new ones can grow.
Your parents died so YOU could grow.
The pain of loss, the PAIN, exists because part of you died. You were damaged.
And that death is crucial to make way for growth.
If nothing died, nothing would change.
As sad as it is.
It is a prerequisite to beauty.
There is no light without dark.