It's times like these you just want to absorb yourself in grief. You listen to sad songs and torture yourself till an inconvenient life interrupts and demands attention. Things continue moving on, and you feel like you are all alone in the world because no one you know knew him like you did. To bring it up in conversation with people who didn't know him well would be unsatisfying. It gnaws at you that you can't tell anyone how much you miss him, or how sad it is that he's gone forever, and that if you did they would not understand.
The world is cruel. It becomes as if it had never happened and the life you knew was wasted. Won't anyone remember him? Won't anyone give him the proper respects for what he achieved? Has it all disappeared into the quiet thoughts of those who loved him, in the serene mornings such thoughts wander to what was and no longer is? And then for those thoughts to be pushed out during the uncaring tasks of the day that didn't know.