My companion, Grief, walks alongside me everywhere I go. He is my constant friend. He hides behind Strength when others are near but the two are in constant battle. Grief is mightier than Strength. He will win… eventually. When I wake, Grief is by my side, allowing me to hear the deafening echoes of silence. When I sleep, Grief is there…still allowing me to hear the echoes of silence. I do not know of a more dreadful sound than the sound of silence. The silence killed Hope. I have not seen Hope in quite a long time. I do not know where he has gone, but I suspect that Strength will follow.