To my brothers, who heard the suppressed cry, The heavy, muffled cough in my voice, When my world collapsed and turned all grey, When the clock of my soul froze…
Allow people to grieve in the only way they know how. It is not a competition. Where it is genuine, it rehumanizes and demands a response. There is nothing irrational about unruly grief. It is a profoundly rational response to irrational, cruel death.