The process of mourning is lost on me. I can’t really say much about it, but that I always feel I’m doing it wrong. I know you understand this part of me. I know this because by extension I’ve learned my faulty method to this process from you, and that makes me feel okay. I will always think of you when I find myself alone, amidst a chattery family get together. I will sit silently in those disconnected moments and remember how we sat together, alone, and for those few minutes we were closer than we have ever been.