We met up in a civilised place. They’re gone.
They have been for almost three years.
We raised a glass. They weren’t there. We raised a glass regardless.
I have the deepest respect for her parents for initiating that, every year, since that day.
Just like I have the deepest respect for the fact that they get up, even, ever since that day.
That is resolve.
Most of anything else is nagging, compared to that.
What can you meet with resolve?