Healing

I talked with my Nana last night about loss. She shared that seven years ago, she lost a friend to suicide. She described that she still does not understand, there are still days when she asks "why?" She described her friend as someone who was bright, and full of life. She said it had not made sense.

I don't know if it is resignation. I suppose at some level, it is. I have to accept that I will not have all the answers, ever.

Every day, I practice looking at the world as the Dusty I knew did.