At one point during the ceremony Susan bends down to whisper in her ear, "He looks so much like his father. John would be so proud."

Delenn nods, her attention on her son. She knows her friend means well, understands that it is part of the human grieving process to invoke the dead during such times. But every reminder of John is still a knife in her heart. Someday she will be able to speak his name without this painful constriction in her throat. Someday she will be able to gaze upon her son without seeing the shadow of another in his eyes.

Someday, but not today.