The funeral is over. Mourners have come and gone. It is an April spring and flowers are struggling to push through winter's cold soil and bloom in testimony to life. But the survivors of great and unspeakable loss carry an agonizing burden. Sometimes the darkest days are those following the funeral, when loneliness and remembrance slow the mind and fill the heart with pain. The bereaved are left alone with cruel sorrow. Hope is unable to bloom.