Sorrow is a difficult thing. It colors your world in such a strange way. How can she be gone? It is not something to grasp all at once. If you did it would swallow you. Instead it comes in bits and pieces taking you to that place that brings only tears or deep silence for there are no words to properly describe it. In between the bits and pieces you go on with your life as best you can. For you know she would not want you to stop your daily living. Faith is the thread that gets you through the bits and pieces. Hope in the Resurrection is the truth that sustains you. But nothing takes her place. For God made a place in my heart for her. That place will always be hers, it will always be Megan's.