It's 5 a.m. and I am laying in bed -- awake with thoughts of sadness about the death of an extended family member. Not only did I lose someone I cared about, but now I risk losing contact with her family as well.
Our relationships are so tenuous. We are survivors of a terrible shipwreck, bobbing on the swells of life. We call out, hoping to find others and help them pull through; perhaps to tend to their wounds in some way. Is it unrealistic to think that we can reach out to survivors and grab on so that they don't drift away completely? I hope not.
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