"Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything." C S Lewis

Now and then I have wished for time to stop, to hold still, if only for an hour. To let us think or rest or weep.

Some things warrant it, you know.

But nothing--no matter how large or small or how profound or heart-breaking--nothing makes it happen. Nothing and no one.

Because life goes on, as they say, and I have heard it said so easily, so cavalierly, perhaps even said it that way myself, which just now seems heartless.

But it is true. Time does not stop, and life goes on, and we who are living must go on with it.