Death always seemed to sneak its way through and plant itself back into my life. It was a precious moment. To have silence and tears for more than thirty minutes. And it wasn’t just for me; it was a gathering of silence and tears. On one single pace, there was finally harmony in this distracted world. Death was next door - connecting walls. I could hear her breathing as prayers kept her warm, but the people surrounded were hurt. They knew that this reunion would never happen again. Death was here to take her by the hand. It carried a sister, stole a grandpa, swallowed an aunt. It took away the love harvested in this soul and stopped it completely - a crime that only Life can commit.