"Grief is like the ocean; it’s deep, dark and bigger than all of us. & Pain is like a thief in the night; quiet, persistent, unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love. I didn’t know Quentin Fields and I guess now I never will. In a way I’m jealous of him. I see how his absence has affected the people who did know him, so I know that he mattered to them. And, I know he was loved."