My adult life began in a shroud of grief. In true 18 year old fashion, I ran from it. I thought, if I separated myself from everything I knew and loved, it would somehow protect me from feeling the depths of sorrow. Well into my 20s and on my way to my 30s, I know that the body keeps score. It keeps score of grief and trauma. It keeps score and manifests in the most intense ways. When I finally stopped running from my grief, I realized that I was not alone in my grief and that everyone grieves in different ways. This picture proves it. Every. Single. Person. in this picture grieved today. They grieve every day. They grieved the past, present, and future. They grieved the known and unknown. The beauty of this photo is while it shows unity in grief. It also shows unity in life. We are all tied together in this beautiful dichotomy of loss and life that just keeps moving. Thankful these are the warriors I get to not be okay with and fight the good fight with. Good Lord, I miss him.
