You know how snow uplifts your spirit with a vibrant white? And how rain makes your heart sink to the very bottom of your body at times? I don't see the two as different…. But he loved snow. He told me when we sat alone, that no matter how identical a snowflake looked to another, they were always different. Each one had a separate beauty, but all had it. But I never believed him, I never saw the beauty in it. It was only far later that a recognized the tragedy of it. That day… he left with eyes upward as it snowed, and that was the first time I was utterly devastated. His last words told me to remember what he had said. Each snowflake was different, but still had their own bright light of beauty. In my mind, I thought of what happens when the snowflake melts and becomes just like everyone else…