The world continues after loss, which can feel both cruel and merciful.

It is a strange offense that the world keeps going. Traffic moves, people laugh in the street, the mail comes, all of it entirely unaware of what has happened to you. That indifference is genuinely painful at first. Later the same fact becomes a kind of support, because a world that keeps moving eventually carries you along with it.

In the early weeks, let the ordinary continue around you without demanding that it match your state. Small routines, the walk, the meal, the errand, are not disrespect. They are the world holding a shape for you until you can hold one yourself.