We laughed and ate and chided each other --
And then there was this moment, when we all stopped.
It was as if the ghosts of our dead partners all came into the room at once.
Nothing could have been said.
We simultaneously sighed.
And the conversation started up again.
That space was the best part of my day. We all held it for each other, knowing that there was nothing we could say, nothing we should say, no way to fix the loss. So we didn't.
I love my group.