The death of a loved one can always leave a horrible aftermath. One must do what he can to walk the road to recovery. It seems easier to just delude ourselves into what we think can help us quicker. A fast rejuvenation lies with the ponies, but every friendship has its share of bumps. Friends can mend the heart, but are they enough to break through the lingering loneliness? Or can they be the very thing that plunges us deeper into our misery?