When you are grieving, others gather to assure you it will be OK. The world will go on. What others fail to understand, is that is an insult; one of the most gripping, terrible, unpalatable parts of grief. The world can go on without the person you find indispensable. Irreplaceable. Everything will be okay, but not for you. Everything just is. You perform normalcy for others, but it is not okay.