A friend’s mother just died unexpectedly, and he observed that it took several days for him to even begin to find words to start talking about it. That brought to mind my own experience just before and after Veronica died. For me, it wasn’t words, but photos. There is a gap in my photo stream that began the day I first became aware that there was something wrong and extended for several weeks after she died. Such a loss disrupts (obliterates) the normal flow of life, and (at least for me) it took a while to even begin to find my bearings again. When something dramatic and traumatic occurs in your life I invite you to be gentle with yourself. Take whatever time is necessary, because it takes the time that it takes. Healing does come, but it cannot be rushed. Life will never be the same again, but the Light will return.