When the unimaginable happens, there is no right thing to say, nothing to be learned, and no reason why it happened. There is room for only kindness and the slow path forward. We share the pain and the grief of our friends to make every moment that follows a bit easier than the last. We stay in hope for them, when they are in despair, and we do not rush their process. We simply hold them when they cry. That is all we can do.
We’re a pair of parallel lines You’re just like me We’re on the same path But we don’t ever meet You talk to all my friends but me I guess I’m not that nice after all You You’re in the house up on a cloud Me I’m on a mission.
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