Oh, that dreadful moment - that foreboding moment when the rapidly approaching reality of parting souls stares you in the face. Your chest tightens and your hands become clammy. Every nerve in the human body is awake and strained, it seems. You will never see this face again - not in this world. That kills you. Part of her is already gone. Her eyes are looking into deep things, frighteningly splendid things - things that you ever will never know in this life. And they shimmer - they shimmer with joy. Tears blur any detailed vision of her face and you are paralyzed by her side. You wish you could join her - to gaze on what beauty she must be seeing. Yet, terror fills you as the chilling breath of death brushes the back of your neck. She grasps this world by a silken thread - thin, fragile, and straining under the pull of life and death. Within you, you hear a sound similar to people singing across the cold chains of centuries. The last flickering light of life leaves her and you can sense her soul soaring into eternal time. The room drains of energy, turning into every shade of gray. You are trembling under an invisible pressure. Struggling to remain composed, you walk over to the window and look out at the vast, star-freckled night. The stars are burning brighter than any other night you’ve ever seen. The pain lessens. She’s up there, playing among the stars, happier than she’s ever been. And you smile. Someday you might frolic with her.