Everyone's here now. They're all gathered around his grave as they lower the coffin into the dark earth. He hated the dark and I hate that this dark place has to be the final destination of his body. The thought makes more tears roll down my cheeks, but nobody notices. Everyone is crying. They're all crying for him, but I'm not. He's in a better place. I'm crying for all of us. We'll have to learn how to live without our light in the dark.