"Dear Rosetta, my darling Rose! Will I ever find solace in your absence? I really don't know how to live without you."Rowan speaks out loud, whilst he places the lilies down and is on his knees, in front of a three months old grave. He's a young man, in his thirties and the soul he lost is his wife. I've been seeing him do this everyday. He's still grieving over her and his lamenting hasn't faded an inch.Wearily he gets up and comes and sits on the bench next to me. While he still has tears in his eyes, he