A few funerals, and... well I wish we had a wedding to balance it out.
A relative of Vor's passed away. So we'll be there this weekend, and I'll be looking at Vor and his mom, wishing I could make their grief a little easier. I know it isn't just the grief over this relative, but the old one, of losing Vor's father.
I don't know if old grief fades, or if time heals it. I think it's more like a peach. It's there, and then it ripens, and it smells awful, and just when you can hardly stand it, the smell stops, and the peach just sits there, shriveled up.
Until you add water. Then it's a peach again.
And while I'm there, I'll be thinking about all those I knew, well or otherwise, on the plane.