The longest nights: 2008

The days are dark the nights are white

mysteries of depths are muted set in icicles

afraid to step on the slippery questions,

how do we grasp the answers?

For my cousin Lori,

You and I saw a meteorite fall to the forest. We didn't really know what it was, we don't know where it landed, and we never went back to look. 

Lori, at 38 you disappeared, having died alone in your sleep and left us baffled. I never saw an undertaker work so hard to glue the pieces of a family together. 

What happened?