His days had been spent at the piano, pouring out every ounce of grief he could into the keys. He’d reread Astoria’s letter so many times that it had managed to bring him the smallest ounce of relief. His mother was finally free behind the veil - reunited with the people she loved the most and lost too early. He tried to remember her death was an act of love. He tried to remember she wanted him to be at peace, but it was hard to fill the absence of her light in the world. 