Losing is always hard. Especially if you're losing a loved one. This feeling cannot be compared to anything else. We can say that it consists of pain, sadness, fear, pity, emptiness, anger and love. But what does love do on this list? As always, it doesn't let the person disappear. Doesn't let you drown in negative feelings and emotions. It sets a balance.

You might think that love isn't enough against them all. But, just the same, it also manages to outweigh pulling people out of this state.

A person who is next to a recently deceased loved one feels all this "meat grinder" of emotions. And only love helps to calm down and start thinking rationally again. It comes out of a person in the form of a thin but heavy veil of energy and envelops the deceased, trying to revive him. People themselves don't notice this, they know that a person has left and left forever, but the love that remains inside is still trying to splash out. It's trying to pour out on the departed, because they didn't fully receive it during their life.

Of course, it won't come out of a person completely. A small part of it will remain in the heart and will groan like a fresh wound. But, over time, it will harden, and if love was sincere, it will remain inside in the form of a scar.

If only the living knew how hard it's for the dead... They continue to feel all these emotions, too. Lying in a coffin, the ability to understand the time of day is lost, but hearing and smell are aggravated. It also helps to understand to what extent your flesh has already decayed. You don't feel the worms eating you, but you hear it. You don't see cadaveric spots on your body, but you can smell it.

It seems to be dead, but it seems to be not dead. And what will happen when nothing remains of the body is still unknown.

It's a pity that the soul doesn't leave the body immediately after death. You have to lie and think about your past, to realize what was done right and what was not. Sometimes you get lost in the stream of thoughts, and they randomly fill the brain, thereby breaking the threads that tie them. For a long time, then you collect them by meaning, separating them from each other. But one has only to be distracted by the rustle of insects eating you from the inside, then thoughts immediately come into order. This is a kind of Judgement, where you look at yourself from the outside, no longer justifying your actions. Here in the grave, you are your own judge.

You might think that being dead is boring. This is partly true, but on the other hand, you see your life as a movie. You can watch it fast and slow, stop and rewind, look out of order and start all over again. It's a shame only for one circumstance - it is impossible to influence the course of events. It’s no longer possible. And, probably, this is not the best thing that can happen to a person after death, but nothing can be done about it. You have to watch and wait.

Revisiting your life countless times, you involuntarily learn it by heart and remember your every inhalation and exhalation. Yes... It's hard to be alive, but being dead is even harder. In a living state you can forget about everything bad, in the dead state you remember every moment of your life, you see it, as if it's happening right here and right now.

Maybe this is salvation and punishment at the same time. What other amusement can you think of in a damp, dark pit? Just thoughts.

You rarely manage to think about the future, because you simply don't imagine what will happen next. We are all told little about what is beyond the brink of life. Nobody knows for sure. Therefore, being in the state of alive, we think only about the "living" future, we plan only the "living" future. One has only to talk about the "dead" - everything depends on religion. And to believe it or not is everyone's choice.

Perhaps people are right. We should live only one life without thinking about another, but you can't force everyone. Right?

How loud, it turns out, the larvae can chew. They distract from thoughts. They eat up the whole inner world. They take away the time allotted by death to think.

At such moments you feel disgust and sadness, imagining your rotten body, and the soul wants to break out of it, but it's too early. It's too early to go any further. Then anger takes over. And then self-pity helping to come to terms with the state of a sick soul. Yes, it also knows how to get sick. And it's much harder to cure it than the body. After all, one day the body will be gone, but the soul will live forever. And, therefore, there is nothing worse and at the same time better than feelings, with the help of which one can both heal and fade away. The main thing is to be able to use them correctly and, therefore, to be able to select thoughts.

At this time, love is always remembered. It appears in thoughts to heal the soul.

Each of us has our own concept of love. When pronouncing this word, people see in front of them what they want to see. And this is what helps them to put things in order in their  heads.

The feeling of love is inherent in the dead. Maybe that's why they lie so calmly in their coffins, presenting their loved ones. Who knows... But you can be sure that it acts on them like anesthesia, keeping them in place. Probably love goes to the dead from the living, it envelops them from head to toe, splashes out of the eyes of the living and is absorbed into their bodies.

Emotions are energy.

Did you really think that the dead can't feel anything? This is not true. Even fear doesn't leave their souls. Perhaps it's a fear of the unknown or of being forgotten. They haven't been afraid of death for a long time. This is the past stage of the soul's existence.

One thing I can say for sure - the dead are sometimes afraid of extraneous noise. They are used to hearing only their own thoughts and insects digging in their bodies. They don't really like to hear live people.

And now, I don't like that someone is standing over my grave.