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Every person unravels at some point, everyone’s fabric rips and the stuffing begins to come out, and if we’re unable to collect ourselves—stow our tears and contain the hurt—someone else has to step in. That’s what love is. It’s not always a hand to hold or a shoulder to lean on; sometimes it’s a kick in the ass.
It’s no secret that death is the ultimate teacher. When someone close to us passes away, we learn what it really means to live. We learn life is fragile and precious, but above everything else, we learn life is finite. Most of us that have been touched by the frailty of life find ourselves living fuller, more honest lives to better appreciate each day we have.

