I hear you, Haze. And I realize that I was in the trying-to-comfort-you mode. And truly there is no comfort. I get that now.

I need to learn not to automatically react with a sort of Mama'll-make-it-better message. Maybe I'm second-handedly trying to make myself feel better about the situation here, too.

No one can make this better 'cause he is gone. And I can't make my sister get over cancer, either. You have to keep going in spite of that. So do I.

I don't want to keep going, either. I guess I will because it's what she wants. I hope you'll come to the same conclusion. But I hear you loud and clear.