Words aren’t coming. They’re in there. My mind, that is. But they aren’t sure how to come out. This is not my tragedy. This is not my story to tell. Still, it haunts me. I don’t want to live in fear. No one does. So I’ll continue to make plans and drive on highways and call my mom when ever I arrive safely. I’ll keep taking photos and seeing friends and smiling when the weather is that perfect combination of cloudless sky and crispy air. We all will. But that’s life. It’s that fleeting, remarkable, breathtakingly blue day. It’s that first day of Autumn when you catch yourself happy when others are suffering. It’s that here today, gone tomorrow, where does the time go, how could this happen, I just don’t understand sometimes moment that plants itself in the middle of a beautiful week. When there are no words, when there are no answers, no reasons, no explanations, all we can do is hold onto what we do have, even tighter than we did before.

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