Bereaved parents share a unique bond, albeit a desperately unwanted one. Never again can I hear of parents grieving such great loss without it touching me in a deeper way than ever before. And when it’s a personal friend experiencing that loss, the sorrow is acute. It takes me right back to the freshness, the helplessness, the devastation of new loss.
The past couple of weeks have been heavy. New loves. Fresh sorrows. Old demons. Sweet joys. Great unknowns. The weight of the world.