It still hurts. Like when my father died at 50 with no warning. I was so shocked and I wanted the world to slow down so I could grieve and get my head what had just happened. The world doesn't slow down though and you're forced to get on with life. Make's life seem a bit cheap to me. You can either try then to live each day to the full (difficult realistically) or get depressed and melancholy. I suppose the aim is to get some kind of balance. What's it all about eh?