From within the easiness of our earthly marriage, we envision the jagged contours of your day.  Oh, how we wish to soothe this anguish with the lifetime of prayers we have made for your strength.  How we wish to extend ourselves from where we are to where you are to cradle you in these lonely times.

But we have small means, and our prayers are without true remedy.  For the struggle is itself the healing, and we cannot alter this mysterious architecture.

Still we trust that, as you take the ladle of these words, you will splash your face with a love unshaken by death.  And in this brief instant, your grief will be without fear and your acceptance divine.