Because sometimes, just making the effort is what truly matters.

[tsukino_akume]

I saw the Facebook post from Vin Diesel earlier, about what Paul Walker's mother told him when he went to offer them his support.

I wanted to say something, but for a long time, I just stared at the comment box. What do you say to someone who's just lost a part of their heart? Why say anything at all, when there are 291,881 comments to it? He won't see it anyway.

I decided to forget about it, and paged on.

And then I remembered when I lost *my* best friend. How even now, more than a year later, my heart breaks every time I think about psyco_chick32. About how much I miss having her in my life.

I remembered all my wonderful friends who left messages, who called me on the phone just so we could cry together. How much all of that love and support meant to me at the time. How much it still does.

I did leave a comment. I don't know if he'll ever read it in the sea of messages. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that he knows there are people who understand, who are thinking of him, of Mr. Walker, and want him to know that he's not alone in his grief.

Kim would have appreciated that, I think.