However, it isn't due to a loss of life.... It is due to a loss of Love.
Then there's the more sinister event then losing a loved one, there is the event of realizing you are nothing more than a replacement. The wicked nature behind it is that we are ok with not being the first one to be loved, so long as it means the love felt is sincere and loyal and exclusive.
Some experience this through favoritism . The worth of the individual only coming to light when the favorite is gone.
Some experience this through a new relationship. Coming to know that there are still equal or deeper feelings for the person who was last loved exclusively.
Some experience this in the form of how they look at others, meaning they don't want to replace someone/something with something new; out of a sense of honor and/or loyalty.
Regardless of how the sense of replacement is felt.. There is a big difference in the heart between people and how they perceive their worth or the worth of others.
In a nutshell.. I don't mind being called a packrat. So long as it's in reference to people.. Because I do not horde material objects and I'm not afraid to throw away material objects that I know have lost their personal value. Even sentimental objects survive the "cut", but I know how to let go if it is necessary. Especially for the sake of a sentient creature.
The heartache may be intense, the hotness of my anger may be insurmountable, the flow of my tears may seem endless... However, the wound to my heart is not irreparable. Time is only the band-aid my motivation just a sanitizing agent. The real repair comes from divine care.
Regardless of how anyone may agree with me or disagree with me, the evidence comes in the form of experience. As that is when the truth trumps pain, anger, hurt, desperation, and hopelessness.
Thus.. All who have experienced this true healing of heart-wounds can say it's more than a replacement.
It's an Everlasting Answer.
