Know I'm not blind...

Of course, in the stories I read and would want to write about, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living, yet to be gone through. And that is by far the absolute worst thing about this journey; that it goes on, even when every fiber of my being would want it to hold still, just for a moment.