grief
talks a bit about how we lose our ways and look at our shoes
how we don’t believe in our own ability to be present to one another
those who grieve appreciate that there are no words, there are all the words.
there is quiche, there are flowers.
there are all the words.
we do what we can. I appreciated how people I know well and people I hardly know found ways to be present.
many couldn’t and I never begrudged them or felt they were less than, less good at. they didn’t know how to or didn’t choose to or couldn’t . it’s all right, we do what we find our ways to do.
I know to try to listen to others’ grief. and that we are imperfect damaged loving beings.
and that we try.
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