Are you missing the person, or feeling the absence of the person?
The negative space. The human-shaped hole.
The flourishing of the lives of family and friends, touched by their nurturing hand. The legends born of their accomplishments and words said.
The memories of them held by you and others, combining and forming an ephemeral existence—a proxy for their physical body.
The way that they walked. How they dressed. The color of their eyes. Their smell. Their smile. The gifts they shared with the world.
The beautiful, and wholly unique way they lived their life.
Now apparent: in death.