The ones we love die, but don't. They remain present in everything around us, haunting us. Their words come out of our mouths, their actions come out of our hands, and every reminder hurts. For a while. We realize how much of themselves they gave us, and wonder what remains of us now that they're gone. And we find out that we can never, really, divest ourselves of those we've lost. And soon their gifts, their lessons, their lives, continue through us. And it doesn't feel like haunting at all.
It hurts too much to truly say goodbye. Better, simply, to say "Thank you."