"I really miss your writing," she wrote.
"I really miss your writing," she wrote. "Hmm," I wrote back. "Maybe I should write again." One day later I am standing in a room with people who are there to celebrate a life while mourning a loss. There are about a thousand children and they are joyful in a way that only children can be. Tears mix with the happy shouts and laughter of the little ones, and it is a perfect illustration of the evening. My niece sees me, and she heads for me. Her face smiles as she walks to me, but her eyes do not. Her eyes show relief and an infinite sadness. She wraps her arms around me. I hold her and my heart hurts for her. It takes me only a second to realize she's not letting go, and that is fine by me. I wrap my arms and my coat around her and try to give her a safe place to cry in a room full of people. She is so young for this...I remember this. Nothing should hurt so much when you're that young. It is the most unfair of ...