It is hard to think about the sorrow someone is experiencing when going through a great loss. At the same time, it is hard to stop thinking about it.

I want to say something but there is nothing to say and I don't want to be a distraction from those last moments.

I still remember going through that, years ago. It was the feeling of end of the world and all I could do was continue to exist, afterwards.

I took solace, for a time, in the older memories of good times. This was comforting, as the old memories were still good, but they were from the past so there wasn't the same connection to the immediate sense of loss.

Still, there is nothing to do but carry that weight. It improves, over time, as the pain shifts from the moment into memory, but the gap is still there.

The memory of the good is great and long, though, so one can always find warmth there. It will remain unblemished and beautiful forever.

I wish I could say something more useful beyond acknowledging that it isn't easy.

...Nights