Aww, sweetheart....to know that ache of loving those who have died before their time. It's a horror in the beginning, and somehow melts into something else later. In the end, it simply changes us. Grief fashions us into altered beings. I swear I can spot one when I walk down the street. I can see it in the eye. There is a depth of some sort...pain survived without request.

Oh sweet friend...my heart hangs sad for you.

emmy