Watched some of the coverage on that plane that, though not specifically found yet, is surely gone. 239 people on board. Mothers and fathers, friends and significant others in tense unimaginable fear began giving into the horrific reality of the situation...and it struck me that while I didn't understand their frantic words, I didn't need any interpretation. Grief is the same in every language.
Different language, religion, race, culture, and customs may divide us, but in the end, love is truly the universal language...and intense grief is really just a byproduct of love.
“The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief -
But the pain of grief
Is only a shadow
When compared with the pain
Of never having love.”
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