It has been 12 days since parting and though I feel the weight sorrow has placed on my shoulders, I am slowly standing back up. Time may not heal me completely yet it creates scabs then scars to close over my freshly opened wounds . In this way I may continue climbing and not buckle. I reach up and clamp my ring;  pull the rope tight. Careful now, steady; I watch my footing. My strength is scanty still I keep looking up.