What is gone is not lost. All the world is simply what we see and think. What's so important? What's the difference between memories created and memories remembered? The silhouette of you will always echo through my mind and my dreams. This way, you will always live on in my life. You may be gone, but you are not lost.

The first sentence is from a short story by a Kiwi, but the rest was my thinking when I was trapped in a 10x10 room for 36 hours by the weather. (literally...I could not go outside)