I've always tried to replace the people in my life that I've lost never realizing that the only person I had lost was myself. Why is letting go so difficult? Maybe it's because each person we let go of reminds us of how we are growing more and more alone in this world. The hardest part of letting go is knowing once you do, they're gone forever. I hold onto memories because that's all that remains of the people. There are people in my life I don't miss at all--I have no regrets from letting them go. But when I think of William and how he's gone forever, I become physically ill. I've never felt this way before about losing someone. But I also don't think that getting him back would make my life any better and that's the scary part. The fact that I have no control and there's nothing I can do.