In a world of, "I cannot imagine." may we always be able to imagine the suffering of others and allow for it sink deep into our bones, for we belong to each other.
“We are the brave ones. With the most grit, with the most heart, with the most determination to make it out alive. We carry the stones in our pockets and throw them until our arms are numb.”
Public displays of emotion make other people uncomfortable and god forbid I should make anyone else uncomfortable.
Grief will threaten to take every good thing in your life and cover it in a haze of gray, don’t let it.