When a terrible crisis happens, a fire, or a shooting , a deadly pandemic .... everything is a crazy blur as you try to get to the other end alive.
..and when you finally get there, you will soon wake up and feel a hollow dent left where a part of your heart used to be. Some things will soon reveal themselves to be amiss. Somewhere, in the journey to surviving, we get to the end and remember ... we've lost some things to the fire .
This is an ode to all the people we lost while we fought to keep ourselves and each other alive. Please don't feel bad for surviving. Please ... if you must , live everyday fearlessly , for the people who did not make it.
