Life and Death
I'm not good at funerals. Who is? Went to one recently for someone I did not know personally and remembered how hard it is to watch people you love hurtin on the inside and not be able to do nothing about it. For the next few days, I simmered on the subject of how important our people are to us—how they ARE us, to a certain extent, and I felt strangely lucky to have all my peeps gathered around me right now, whether in essence or in reality, keeping me honest and whole and stuff.
Reminds me of the below pic of someone's public art I came across one day on the Internets. Can't remember who shot it or who the artist is or really anything about it, but it's nice, right?