*sniff* This must be your new thing, Faith, to write angsty comment!fic (not that I'm complaining, not at all). I am so touched by Draco coming slowly to be able to grieve, his sense of injustice (Narcissa didn't even like daffodils), his anger (at all those others who just go on with their lives), his pain. I loved the image of Draco seeking solace from anybody, and it turns out to be Harry who holds him. The finals words seem like a new beginning. And somehow I am glad that Lucius is still there. ♥