You will be missed.

Most everyone would adjust and carry on with their lives. That’s what we do. We can’t stop living just because we lose someone close to us. People lose husbands and wives. They lose boyfriends and girlfriends, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters and dearest friends. But we go on working, and sleeping, and showering, eating, sipping tea, chatting, telling jokes, following the news, watching movies, reading books and planning vacations. And we don’t feel guilty about it because we know that if we were the one who was lost, we’d want those left behind to go on living. But that isn’t to say that we don’t miss the ones who are lost. We miss them, and one day you will be missed. You will be missed a lot in the beginning, and then now and then for years to come. Finally some elderly person who knew you back in the day will think of you and tears will well up in her eyes, and her grandchild will ask what is wrong, and she’ll tell the kid that she was just thinking of someone she knew a long time ago and then she’ll offer to drive the kid to the movies, or the park or the mall.