A couple of days back we bought my nani a cellphone. She held it in her hand and said "what use is this? I can't call your grandpa with this." She said it with a smile but you couldn't help but see the loss ; my grandpa died eleven days back and they'd been married for almost sixty years. And here I find it hard to stand anyone beyond maybe sixty days. This isn't about mourning his death...he spent seven days in the hospital with one leg in traction, any number of tubes attached to him and his hands tied down. He suffered for a while and went in peace and I'm happy for him that way. But it's what he left behind. It's the death of their togetherness that I'm mourning.