“Grief both acknowledges what has been lost and ensures that we don’t forget what must be remembered.”
Francis Weller, author of The Wild Edge of Sorrow
I remember the day I found out so vividly, except I felt so numb at the same time.
I remember sitting in the back of the room, and slowly people just started showing up. That day we cried and came together. We felt our pain. We shared stories, got angry. But with his death brought a community, a community that’s grieving together.
I think about love. With that love, he brought us together. One person cannot get through this world alone. The fight is too hard solo. But together we can take that love, and share it with each other. We can carry that love forward.
I am not saying that we are all going to become best friends. But maybe when we pass each other by, we can give each other a knowing nod? Love is there.
Mad love, Jenna
