Death is a challenge like no other. It is the dread of the human spirit. The death of another, that is loved, is a loss that is unspeakable, for to lose one whom we loved, is to lose our very home, our own heart cleaved, our very selves. We lose everything with the loss of some, we lose our own identities, the history books of our lives, only memories, undergirding our sense of self nearly wiped clean and burned in its fires, from which they may never be recovered and rewritten.