The balance between life and death is a fragile one solely because It is meant to be broken. It is supposed to collapse and crash because of the simple reason that it can be rebuilt.
When death knocks at your door at dawn, you answer. For not doing so will give it the satisfaction of discretion.

There’s no perfect blueprint, recipe or routine that tells you how to deal with loss. Cry, be angry, let yourself be confused and question absolutely everything. Hold death accountable - because living under the spell of blissful ignorance has a short fuse and a cataclysmic blast.