Missing Piece

We lost a friend of ours today…and immediately…different people we became. for none of us…no matter how we try…will ever be the same. Our lives will never go back to the way they were the way they used to be. When I was young and we lost someone… this is how my father explained it all to me: He said every person is like a puzzle…a puzzle that’s incomplete because we’re constantly adding pieces from everyone we meet. We are happy when we find a piece that fits… knowing…of all the pieces in our reservoir that piece has found a place in the creation of who we are. It saddens us when we realize because of all the miles, together, we have crossed that one piece to our puzzle is gone and how forever…it is lost. And there will forever be a mix of sadness and of happiness that comes with reminiscing… every time we gaze upon our puzzle and see the piece that we are missing. And we’ll remember the exact time different people we became… And how in the moment that piece went missing we will never be the same.