It was nice to know that at least someone didn't think that she should just let it go. How could she? How could anyone let such a mystery over a loved one go? Perhaps most would move on, but she had never felt that urge. At least not enough to let herself let go. If she had answers, something, then maybe. But she had nothing. No answers, no one who could say what had happened. And that was the most frustrating part. Even if it was revealed that he was... gone, she would still want to know. Instead of always guessing as to what happened. "Thank you. It is hard. I just hope that we can find some answers." Whether that be of where he is or what happened.