Some people you love while they're there, and some people you love forever, whether
they're there or not.
Sometimes you know you've made the right decision, simply because of how hard it is.
This, I realized suddenly, was friendship. You didn't always agree, and you both might do things the other person wished you didn't, but it didn't mean things came to a grinding halt. It didn't mean you stopped being friends. You got over it, and you moved on.
I wish my conscience would come alive during the day, when the distractions of daytime life help obscure those sharp, prodding thoughts.
Don't think too much about it - we all have instincts to survive.
Sometimes letting the truth out lets people heal, and sometimes it makes things worse. And you couldn't really know which, until you did it, and sometimes only later.
Trying to figure out what dead people intended could drive you mad, especially when many people didn't really know what they wanted even when they were alive.