Ralph.

Why'd you have to leave us like that? Without warning; without so much as a hint. I just saw you not too long ago at Nick's birthday party. Leila was in Brazil at the time, but you seemed to be doing great on your own. You were laughing with us. Living with us. Now you're

gone.

Just like that. We lost Mary last year, now we've lost you. I hate this. What's going to happen to Leila? To Paula? Their lives are never going to be the same. Our lives won't ever be the same.

God, how do we move on?

"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."
— Lemony Snicket (Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid)