
I have always wondered if how can people say "he or she died from a broken heart" seems to me like something from a fairy tale with a sad ending. I wasn't really convinced till I came across this article and it made me think more:
http://www.familyhealthavenue.com/2010/02/is-it-possible-to-die-from-a-broken-heart/

It must be terrible to see a loved one slip away without being able to stop him/her or accept it altogether. Every new year I realise that another year has passed without my grandpa. I cannot recall the exact date he died but I recall the day very well as if it just happened an hour ago. I never really accepted that he died. I was so angry that my grandma started decorating the house right after- I was full of rage thinking over and over how could she wipe the memories I have of him in the house. Now I understand that it was her way of coping with his loss. I feel bad now for being mad at her. I just wished that she wouldn't decorate so I can continue feeling him around and seeing things as I always did when I lived their.
I am not sure that there is a man on the face of the earth who deserves a woman's love to that extent. I perhaps realised it when I saw my baby son. He is the only man who deserves all the love and care because to the world I may be just one person, but to him I am the ONLY person.