“We always think there will be time, and when time runs out, we are told that time itself will be the healer, that the pain will subside, that she is in a better place. But I only miss her more; the pain only seems to grow with time; the seed of her loss has bloomed into an orchard that I roam every day in search of her. I wish that people understood that no words can comfort, that there is no comfort to be had or given, and that is okay.”