I know what it's like to be in a black hole. Two years ago, my youngest nephew, 18, died of cancer. I felt like I was dying, and I even wished for it. I spent days in my room crying, with no appetite and unable to sleep. I didn't want to do anything. I think I climbed out of that hole, just like you, thanks to my family and a lot of writing. One day I wrote and cried so much that my mouth was covered in sores. I still cry when I talk about my nephew, but now I'm in a different part of that abyss. How wonderful that you have a wife and a son by your side, and also the opportunity to write so that we can read you. Write, a little or a lot, but get out what's in your heart and what's been lost in your grief. We're here to read you. A hug, my friend.