One of my Shambhala teachers told me this story:
My teacher was very important to me. When he was very old, he got sick and was in the hospital. One night, while next to his hospital bed, I began to think about what life would be like without him. How would I continue? Who would I learn from? What would happen when he's gone?
My teacher woke and saw me crying. He patted my hand. "Don't worry. Nothing happens."
For Eric, 1975-2007.