@BGrueskin@gtconway3d “Mama,” the 4 yr old called, “I miss my friends,” bouncing across the couch in her leotard. Angie smiled sadly at her daughter. Outside there was no one on the street below their window. She ran her fingers through her unwashed hair. They were out of milk. She was out of work.
Mourning a “celebrity” does not = lack of “consciousness.”
And sometimes, the death of someone we feel like we knew, but we never actually touched, triggers pain about the death of people we knew well.
We are on a brief pilgrimage here, reconciling life and death.
Love well.
Ladies we all know what Zion felt like when his foot came thru that shoe. When you leave after your pedicure with the little flip flops on and that one piece holding it all together..............