Im sorry, I wish I could tell you that it will be okay. Or that the sun will be brighter soon and this.  . . . . . Haze. Will lift. I wish I could tell you smiles will be bigger, and hugs would be tighter. They will not and I can't lie. However, we will find a new part of ourselves we never wished we knew. A life without you. Air you don't breathe, sun you don't see and no you for to touch. The sun will not get brighter but we will learn to keep closer to the ones who love us. And we will learn its okay to smile again. And we will become more recieving, even though it still stings a bit with each hug. I'm sorry, I can't say it'll be okay. I can say, we will come through.