In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it. I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You can not now realise that you will ever feel better. And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. To know this, will make you some less miserable now.