There's no time table for this part. I thought this morning , aren't I compulsive, posting away for the world to see my grief. But of course, why shouldn't I? This is what I do - I write, compute, interprete nature, try to make sense out of chaos, this is all I have to offer. Just as I reach now for any words of comfort or understanding in books, I too might offer it up here for someone, somehow, without even knowing it or knowing them. Grieving makes a mean man human, if only temporarily, but it marks them.