Did anything make you cry today?

Keep it coming… day three in a row I think??
Family member
Suicide

Send hugs… please
Some storms leave broken branches.
Some leave quiet rooms.

Suicide is a storm like that.
It does not only take one life.
It echoes through kitchens,
through empty chairs at tables,
through phones that will never ring again.

The ones left behind
carry questions like heavy stones.
They hold birthdays that feel different,
laughter that suddenly pauses,
memories that arrive with both warmth
and a sharp little ache.

Love does not vanish.
That is the hard part.
It stays.

It stays in photographs,
in old messages,
in the way someone still says a name softly
when no one else is listening.

So tonight, if the world feels heavy,
imagine a circle of quiet kindness.

Arms around tired shoulders. 🫂
Hands held a little tighter.
Friends sitting close without needing words.

For the grieving.
For the hurting.
For the ones still fighting to stay.

All of them deserve gentleness.
All of them deserve tomorrow.

And every single one
deserves a hug. 🫂
 
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