I have struggled with this idea of being complete. It all began with the infamous quote from Jerry Macguire, “You complete me.” 
After losing my dad to suicide I began to wonder if we have to be complete? Does having an empty place in your heart make you incomplete? Or does it simply mean that you have suffered a great loss; a loss so great that it took a piece of your heart along with it. Part of the grief process is learning to live without the person you lost. It’s about accepting a future without the person, and deciding what it will look like now. It is learning to either be content with being incomplete, or looking inward to discover how you can complete yourself. For me, I think it is better to find comfort in knowing that a small piece of my heart will always be missing. Nobody needs to replace it. I have come to realize that I do not have to be complete to be whole.
I feel the same. Learning to accept the profound loss of my sister to suicide will always leave me feeling incomplete and that’s okay. My world will never be the same without her. A part of me died with her.
Thank you for your writings on surviving this devastation. Your articles always resonate with me and are always helpful.
When somebody dear to us leaves in this way , it seems it comes as a shock for most of us. It did for me. My daughter left this way and in the two years since she’s left, the more I look at her life, my life, her journey, mine, and all those that she affected, affects and I affect, well, this is all one. Her leaving has given me this: My sense of individuality is going and this is a blessed good thing!.
I truly believe for my daughter that she saw much more than I saw, meaning she had a deeper understanding of the depth of who we are and has since been leaving me direct messages on what to focus on. She is alive with me. More present, more direct. Yes a part of me has gone like you say… Its the part of me that isn’t afraid to die. Who sees beyond the veil of the individual. We are all one in the end. Our loved ones who left in this way are actually the sane ones. We are living in a world that is really messed up, and they saw it. May we help spread the truth of why we are here; and truly see and explore who we are.
For me, the loss of my wife was the loss of my life. She had Parkinson’s disease. While getting treatment for the disease, we found that medicine for the illness was not available in her native Iran. My only mission is to try and correct this problem. If I did not have this mission, I would have joined her. I came to the point that I had said my goodbyes to my sister and parents and I had decided to end the crying that seems to hang over me every day. This mission is literally the only thing that keeps me going. If anyone reads this, the best advice I can give is to make some sense of the loss. Try and make the world a better place as a way to honor the one you lost. Either I accomplish this mission or I make sure the money from our estate does some good back in her native Iran.