I am not going to describe what happened. Too painful. Circumstances involved life support.
What made me feel better : The moon. Why follows.
Watching a person you love on life support is like watching the sun set. You know it is fading. You are desperate for their warmth, their light to shine forever. Eventually you are told that brightness, that part of them you loved, is going to slip over the horizon creating a very dark and cold night for you to endure.
The first night after death I stood outside and looked up. I saw the moon. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The moon reflects the light of the sun. This in and of itself was a euphemism for what I was going through.
While it was dark out and I felt alone, I was never truly on my own. The sun had not vanished it had simply disappeared to a place where I could not follow and in the wake of that seamless night I was left the moon, for it could stay to remind me the sun still shines upon another place where its rays cannot reach me - except through that moon. It was the reminder I was given to keep strong. The moon is a reflection of the light I once knew and so long as it hangs in our sky I am not forgotten by the sun nor is the sun forgotten by me… even if only glimpse a reflection now and then.
The best part of this universal message: As always, the sun shall rise again one day. Perhaps I will find love. Perhaps there is hope. For now I am dancing under the moon.
From Seven Deadlies on reddit.