There is no way to explain the continuity of grief against the staccato of everyday life. I can’t explain the music only I hear, nor the rhythm my heart beats to. Maybe that is how everyone is lonely in their own way, swaying to their beat, and every once in a while when two people are on the same wavelength, perfectly in sync, do they get to share that feeling and feel hopeful for more. It’s a marvel that pain means something different to all of us. That sadness is in each of our share but we carry it on our own.