Dying is easy. Anyone can do that. Living - going on after you've lost those you love, having to face each new day under the weight of their absence - is what's hard. You have to witness a sun that is never again as bright and hear music that is no longer cheerful. Eating food will never fully satisfy, and you wake up each morning to a shattered world that can never again be whole. Despite all this, you have to find a reason to breathe, to move.
Love - knowing someone cares about you - is a powerful medicine, both on Elan and, especially, in here. It gives a person hope, and that is unbelievably powerful.
Everyone falls. We all have things we regret. No one is perfect.