We have many stones to cross.
Some are bigger than others...SHOCK, DENIAL and ANGER to start.
Then comes GUILT, DESPAIR and LONELIENSS.
It's a hard road to travel but it must be done.
It's the only way to reach the other side.

Come, slip your hand in mine
What? Oh yes, it's strong.
I've held so many hands like yours.
Yes, mine was, one time, small and weak like yours.
Once, you see, I had to take someone's hand in order to take the first step.

Oops! You've stumbled.
Go ahead and cry.
Don't be ashamed.
I understand.
Let's wait here awhile and get your breath.
When you're stronger we'll go on, one step at a time.
There's no hurry.

Say, it's nice to hear you laugh.
Yes, I agree, the memories you shared are good.
Look, we're half way there now: I can see the other side.
It looks so warm and sunny.
Oh, have you noticed?
We're nearing the last stone and, you're standing alone.
And look, your hands, you've let go of mine, and we've reached the other side.

But wait, Look back.
Someone is standing there.
They are alone and want to cross the stepping stones.
I better go; they need my help.
What? Are you sure?
Why yes; I'll wait.
You know the way, you've been there.
Yes, I agree - it's your turn, my friend - to help someone else across the stepping stones.