Go hug someone you love. Shake hands with someone you tolerate. Forgive someone you hate.
The thing with grief is that the world doesn’t stop to grieve with you. The world doesn’t care about your personal tragedies.
Time inconsiderately marches on, that big wheel keeps on turning… It keeps turning, the clock keeps ticking no matter how much you wish everything would freeze so that you can mourn as long as you need, uninterrupted.
So love as much as you can stand, as often as you can and then some, for as long as you get.
Theresa L. Dunbar 17.09.54-29.05.11