On the sidewalk a figure turns away from the door. His wanderings had brought him to the stoop of the MudCat Bar and Grill several times during the day - but he could not yet manage to turn the knob and enter.

It is still too soon for him; he is not yet at the point where he can detach himself emotionally from recent events - and still reserved enough that he will not inflict those emotions on his friends inside.

But he glances in the window as he walks away yet again - smiling at those he can see inside, because he truly believes there is no better memorial then to continue to live life, and remember with joy. And as the notes of the music inside fade into the distance he finds himself humming along.