I find it interesting how the death of one person makes me so acutely aware of my own mortality. For me, the loss of somebody influential in my life—whether they be a celebrity, political figure, hero(in), close friend, or family member—is similar to experiencing a natural disaster to my soul. My life is disrupted. I ask why. I try to justify things for which there are no answers. I hurt.

However, where there is death there is also life. It provides a time of rebuilding. I interpret. I reflect. I reconcile. I grow stronger than I was before. In the process, I transform into something else. Something new. Something better.