Admittedly, I haven't had to deal with a whole lot of death and loss in my lifetime.  All of my grandparents, thank the Lord, are still living. (Actually I have lost most of my step-grandparents, but the people who have loved me from my conception are all still alive.)

In this microwave cooking, instant grits, fly across the country in a few hours, instant communication via Skype and email world, one thing that nature still has it's firm grasp on is grief. You can't speed through or abbreviate the grieving process. Every morning, for the last seven days, I have laid in my bed looking at an empty spot on the floor and wished that someone had figured out how to microwave cook through grief.

It has been a week, and the wound from the hole is my heart is still quite raw, sometimes still seeping with anguish... where is the heal in seven days Neosporin for that?