Life is cyclical and where there is life, death lingers. Like a withering tree in the desert or the end of a season, people’s physical presence on earth ceases to exist because they’ve done their laps. They’ve weathered many storms, seen many a sunrise and sunsets. Then one day, their waking and going will just stop because their time has come.
Like anything else, painful experiences last for the moments they were made for only to be replaced by another experience. And, that other experience will be replaced by another and the replacement will continue until pain is the order of the day again.
In your most still and dark moments, some disturbance will allow you to shine where you’ll light up and brighten your spaces.
As I see it, the experience of death stays. Even as I go through the stages of grief, I take my dead loved ones (guardian angels) with me in my going and coming.