If I could tell you exactly what happened I would...but it is a long story and a complicated one at that.
To quote Elizabeth McCracken in An Exact Replica of a Figment of my Imagination, Elizabeth recounts a very good friend (someone who emailed her on Mother's Day to validate her motherhood) who '...missed him like a person too,
I wish everyone would do us this one simple thing. Miss him...miss him like the person he was. Not based on the days he lived or the amount of breaths that came from his lips...not based on anything other than his humanity. He was a person...why won't people see that?
I know you didn't know him like I did, but do you see his value? Does he matter? Is he important?
Ever so quietly, in the midst of the sound of my heart breaking all over again, someone whispered in my ear....
Yes, yes he has value. He is important and special. I know him and he matters to Me.