What is the true purpose for our existence if not to experience and participate in love. Love for our families, our friends, the environment that envelopes us and the greater picture of the world in symbiotic relationship with ourselves and all who are in it.

The absence of the physical does not diminish how much someone is loved but then why is there such exquisite pain and a large gaping hole of emptiness as well. What purpose does such pain serve if I know that those people I miss, still exist somewhere out of reach of my hands but not my voice, or my love. Why does this physical loss hurt more than the finality of a life no longer able to be touched.

I am missing two very important people in my life. It has only been 32 and a half hours since I hugged them and I can still smell them if I half-close my eyes. I hope that we will hug again...