Sometimes, you took it upon yourself to protect another life. You guide it on it's path, nurture it, take care of it.
And then suddenly, fate rips this little life out of your grasp. You are granted one last glance as it clings to you for dear life, hoping you'll protect it like you did before. One last look to see the terror in it's eyes. And then it slips right between your fingers, like it never were more than dust.
It doesn't matter how strong you are, or at least think you are, it doesn't matter how much you wish otherwise.
It's gone. And a ghost of a memory is all that remains.