[color= #0E6251] Candidly, I am not sure I would. Grief is a process each person takes in their own stride. Guiding someone along a path that worked for you might be leading them blindly into darkness.
There is an old Korean saying my father used frequently, “illuminate the dark and chart your own course” which I believe to hold true in grief as well. One must first spark their own light then lead themselves toward their individual healing. A path I myself have been walking down for a considerable time. As a man endlessly pacing his own trail, I am in no place to advise others on their healing when I am so far from my own. [/color]
[color= #0E6251] That question is in considerably poor taste. No, I shall never know the honor of watching my little brother grow old, but I am not so bitter as to deny others the great pleasure. Nor do I resent them for embracing such joys. [/color]
[color= #0E6251] Despite my desire to ignore your questions, I suppose I will respond.
The southern dialect of Manchu Chinese posed a formidable challenge. There seems to be a formation of multiple dialects across the country due to geographical constraints. I encountered certain southern villages that conversed solely in an obscure variant of Mandarin, so it was quite difficult to pick up a language only spoken by a select few in a hard to reach region.
The easiest language is hard to say. I grew up trilingual, so there were many languages readily available to me at an early age. Korean, English, and French I suppose would be the easiest in that instance. [/color]
[color= #0E6251] It is truly a marvel how you continue to astound me with your lack of decorum. Your manners resemble those of a stray cat.
I would easily suffer a thousand painful deaths if it meant I could restore my brother’s life. What a ridiculous question. [/color]
[color= #0E6251] In fact, I believe I am done responding to your inquiries. You have exhausted my patience. [/color]