Have you ever noticed, at the funerals of friends that have passed away, that their parents tend hold on to you a little tightly. It's as if, in having you there, they have a piece of their lost child, a piece they never really knew about, but loved so deeply all the same.
The power in that moment--the scary--is being treated like family by someone you have only met moments ago, and yet known, through the eyes of a best friend, intimately...and for years.
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