I stand with those who mourn, with those who have had their world shattered, who are engulfed with the sudden emptiness of one they loved so dearly no longer being in this Earthly realm. It is a numbing that is almost unexplainable. All of it is even worse when the one loved so deeply was so innocent and whose essence was taken by a monster. No one has the right words, so sometimes, they do the wrong thing and stay away. Or they are trying to understand it themselves and barrage the survivor with impossible questions of who, what, when, where, why, and how...yet no one really asks the right how. How are you right now? How can I be present with you through this? How do you want to remember the one you loved? I was never asked. I was never supported. I was never nurtured. We are the wounded healers, those of us who have lived through our lives being ripped apart. I was only 18. The ones who were supposed to be the adults were the very ones who abandoned me to the monster, so I did n...
life, really, and a latte by Tayé Foster Bradshaw