Why fix it if it's not broken?

Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn & cry & be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me...I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget it. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. & like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting & remembering & getting on at the same time.