I know there is no place to go with your grief other than to feel it and ride it like a raft until that rough sea brings you to a strange, familiar shore that is both where you have been and entirely new. I know nothing I can say will ease the pain beneath your breathing right now. We can only gain strength from sharing our experience, without second-guessing any of it, just putting what we have been through into the small fire between us that has kept us warm for years. I want to walk that path less path together; through grief and death and faith and the mystery that lives beneath fairness and unfairness. It is beyond understanding and beyond all mapmaking. We can only climb our way like those before us into a clearing that begs for our acceptance if we are to know any peace. This mysterious path doesn't remove the grief or the pain, but somehow, like a knife dropped in the sea, our grief and pain lose their edge. Just know that you are both alone and not alone. Though I can't go with you to the cliff of all you feel inside, I am near.