death is a powerful thing. For those who are near to the deceased, the world comes to a screeching hult. A hole has been ripped in one’s soul, a gaping rift left open for the world to see. LIfe seems unbearable, no way one can survive without their friend or family member in their life. How can they go on living their life while someone so near and dear to them has been snatched from their own lives far too soon? Their world remains in limbo until they finally come to grips with a reality that does not include their loved one. However, death also impacts those further away, those who while not directly associated with the lost, were still affected by their life in one way or another. Their pain is more subtle, a burner set to simmer. The news of the death does not bring them such drastic emotional distress. No, they feel sorrow and pain slowly over time. They feel remorse, sympathy for the family. They wish they had told the departed how much they mean to them. They replay the few interactions, the brief yet powerful memories, over and over. They too will mourn, though not in such a public way.