The pain was beautiful.
It was borne out of love. Borne out of us wishing for one more smile, one more laugh. Borne out of us wanting to fulfill the wish her life was, to fill the hole her death left us with.
How can she be gone? How can we say goodbye?
How do you make sense of something that has no reason?
Have you lost someone too young?
(regularly scheduled Asrai may return with mischief next week)