you know.

Another funeral. Another goodbye. It's so hard to come to terms with never being able to see a loved one again in this life. It's so hard to see the effects of death on family, people I love. Tears fell. Lips quivered. 21 shots. Taps. We mourn and grieve - each in his own way. Then we comfort and hold one another. Whether it's holding someone's hand, slipping them a tissue or buying them a drink, family is there for one another. We help how we see fit. We love. And we survive.