It is hard enough to grieve. Even harder, to accept that someone is gone and then move on. That moment when you blow out the candle for that last time, to know that you will never see them again, is profound. I have only had to do it a few times that are significant, but I have. What brings this to the front of my mind is an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. The episode is about a quelled rebellion on the surface, but it begins and ends with a candle.