Sorrow, turns out to be not a state but a process. It needs not be a map but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop. There is something new to be chronicled every day.
Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape but not every bend does. Sometimes the surprise is the opposite one: you are presented with exactly the same sort of country you thought you had left behind miles ago. That is when you wonder whether the valley isn't a circular trench. But it isn't. There are partial recurrences, but the sequence doesn't repeat.
It is rare to find young men who are real friends. Men who have friends who walk through the deepest pain with them are men who are real men. It might be easy to grieve alone but true healing comes when you connect with somone you have walked many years with.
