Saku sat down on the lounge, wringing his hands a little.
"How... how'd you deal with it? When Myra died?"
Isaac bowed his head slightly, suspecting this had been the reason for this impromptu visit.
"I didn't," he said finally. "I was an absolute mess for months. Everywhere I looked, even when I closed my eyes, I saw her. I relived her death every night, unable to get any sleep at all until Jess intervened."
"But... but you got over her right? I mean, you're married and have a son and everything now."
Isaac smiled faintly.
"I don't believe it's possible to get over someone you love that much," he said softly. "Sure, after awhile she stopped being the only thing I thought about, and as life went on I thought about her less and less. Sometimes I still have that nightmare, although not nearly as often as I used to. But as much as I love Nikki, she will never be a replacement for Myra, any more than Myra could be a replacement for Nikki. I love them both but for different reasons and in different ways."
Isaac leaned forward and looked Saku in the eye.
"It's hard, I know, but you can't mourn Trina forever."
Saku looked away.
"I don't know if I can stop griving."
"Too early for that," Isaac told him. "Much too early. Why don't you try spending time with some of Trina's friends and family? Y'know share stories and memories and stuff. That... that helped me. Well, when I finally stopped wallowing in my grief anyway."
Saku managed a small smile.
"Thanks, Uncle Ike."