Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smiles or give them a hug or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end, love doesn’t.