The amount of loss felt within her short collection of years should have prepared her for the ache of this mourning. As it was known to approach in stages; steadfast denial and cold isolation bleeding into bitter anger and desperate bargaining, finally reaching a state of forlorn depression and finally acceptance, she had expected the sting of the first refutation as she questioned if he was truly dead. Yet the memories of that pained look worn over his expression and the sight unnecessary to witness would inform her that it was all too real. There would be no amount of preparation, no how-to book on enduring and ultimately surviving a heartache such as this, nor would there come a set of words trusted enough to lift the weight over her entire soul as she knew when someone possessed your h
