“Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone.” ― Jiddu Krishnamurti
We often talk of those we’ve lost as if a part of them is still here with us. I can still hear the laughter of a few people I held in high regard, still see the twinkle in their eyes. They aren’t truly gone if we still feel their presence within us, are they?
Krishnamurti turns this around, reminding us that those who slip away from this world take a piece of us with them too. Our lives are forever intertwined, even if we aren’t physically in the same place anymore. We feel their loss as a tangible part of us forever missing. There’s comfort in knowing that’s the part of us that’s keeping them company now and forever more.
We say goodbye, but we never really part from one another.