Life goes on, work goes on, friends go on.
He doesn't go anywhere.
He's still stuck. He still misses her. He still can't find the humor, the laughter, the meaning of living an existence with no Kate.
He stares at the sky every morning and wonders if he'll ever be done, because his doubts are gone and he's sure he's ready.
If it means seeing Kate again, he's so, so ready.
He leaves work early one Friday and escapes, back to her grave, if only to find healing. Acceptance. Something.
All he can find is that his letter is gone.