It's a situation for which words are always thin and inadequate.
Praying for a miracle ... but just in case, ave atque vale, in pace requiescat.
Spoiler: My current mood
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
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