Isolation

Death means permanent isolation from those that you care about.
Sudden unprepared death is shocking,
a temblor to one's core.
It's been hard to breathe.
Someone so central to our lives over the last three years,
someone that we would see every day is gone
forever.
We never said goodbye,
until after he was gone.
He knew how much we appreciated him however.
We knew how he felt about us.
Crying hasn't been this profuse since
my world was shattered in 1984
when my father died
suddenly as well.
I know that only time will
begin to heal the hurt.
Why do good people always go long before they should?