It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.
It's easier to die if others around you are dying.
And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery.
Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.
Develop craftsmanship through years of wide reading.
Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.