About a half hour ago, I found out that I lost my great grandmom. Granted, she had Alzheimer's Disease and spent the last eight years of her life ignorant and incompetent about the surrounding world, suffering through a disease that forbid her from recognizing the individuals she loves most.

I believe that like a failure, a loss is inevitable, and that's a tough pill to swallow when it comes to actual humans, especially the ones that you love so much. Losing people that you love comes in all different shapes and sizes. We lose our best friends sometimes, for reasons in vain or just because it had to happen for both of your sake's. Other times, we lose people we love because of uncontrollable factors like big moves to the other side of the country. Those absolutely suck, but here comes the worst of all; death. Losing a loved one from death means never getting them back again. You can fly across the country, but you cannot fly through the gates of heaven.