Lilith encounters a grieving woman

I had thought she was his sister, the young woman who keeps coming to visit Noa's grave, he (now) a handsome young face staring up from a headstone in the grass. I've seen her buy flowers and chat with S, a wide smile on her face. I've seen her drive by in her black car. I've seen her at the grave, where she was today. This time I asked if she was there for Noa, adding that I'm niele and sometimes look to see what graves people visit, and she said yes, he was her son. He died in a motorcycle accident in April. Some days she's strong, and other days she cries a lot. This was one of the latter. I suggested that crying is a strength, then told her that I'm on a medication that keeps me from crying. I miss it. "I understand," she said, "it's such a release."