I felt guilty because I was upset by the loss of one friend when the Old Man had lost nearly everyone he loved. Loss, I soon learned from him, is not measured in numbers. It’s not comparative. It’s in here. I’m touching my chest now.

I felt guilty because I was upset by the loss of one friend when the Old Man had lost nearly everyone he loved. Loss, I soon learned from him, is not measured in numbers. It’s not comparative. It’s in here. I’m touching my chest now.

– Michele Young-Stone –

Above Us Only Sky

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