We don't get answers, do we?

I've been thinking about Gretchen again. I'll turn 29 on Wednesday. She won't, ever, turn 29. I'm running over the same questions, again and again, wondering how it is that things turned out the way that they did. I'm beginning to realize that this is something that I'll never get to understand.

You should have been here for Langdon's wedding. You should have been here to see Christine become a PhD. You should have been here to turn 30 with us.

That's going to be there, in the back of my mind, for every milestone.

We haven't forgotten about you.