Read somewhere of a sensitive author who upon knowing of the demise of a loved one wrote that a lil bit of him also died. Guess that's what sensitive souls experience. Nonetheless this Ilonggo quote might bring a lil bit of reality to all: "Nauna lang na siya, masunod kita" (Dying is similar to taking turns, it's his turn now, we will have our turn too.) I share in Necro's grief.
