Losing a loved one

Some say that losing a loved one is like walking up a staircase. Upon reaching the top, believing there is another step. Your foot falls into space, into a dark, uncertain space.
I would agree, however, loss is a term most are familiar with. Whether it be the loss of a game, or loss of control, or even just loss of a treasured item, loss is familiar. Being such, it is difficult to place a feeling with the word.
If I were to put a feeling to the word, it would be like having a falling dream, but right before you hit the ground, you wake up. Not only are you shaking, and sweaty, your stomach is recovering from almost certain death.
Except in this case, it's not a dream. It would be similar to driving in the fog. For the first bit you are lost and alone, until all of the sudden, the fog evaporates and you drive into the clear. That's when realization hits. Soon thereafter you reach fog again, until which time you arrive at your destination.
I've experience enough "loss" in the past six months to tide anyone over for a lifetime, but as hard as it is to see down the road through the fog, sooner or later you will reach your destination. So no matter how hard or long the journey, it is always worth the destination.