Is it that they leave or how they left?

Everyone leaves at sometime.

But is it the way that people leave that makes it feel worse? I wonder if I had had more time to prepare if our parting would have been less painful (or at least less acute)?

That I will never see her again in the rest of my life still hurts. Perhaps I am past the shock of her sudden leaving, but I am not yet past the missing of her.

The boat has left but the ripples go on...