you know, i wasn't good at it. and so, i remember walking back into work, probably about two weeks later, i was a social worker by trade for girls that couldn't live at home. gradually throughout the day, one by one, they would come in and check in, say hello. and maybe, give me a hug, not at me. for these girls, a brother being randomly killed on a beautiful tuesday wasn't unusual. many of them have lost brothers, siblings, cousins, parents. they got it. they understood. they knew i wasn't fixed or healed in two weeks time. they knew where i was. and in turn, they showed me a path and they did get up and go