she’s beauty and she’s grace, she dropped her phone on her face
I went to the cemetery with Nathalie today, and I do understand why people choose to be religious. As I walked, reading the tomb stones of lost men, women and children, I felt like I wanted to do something for them. Anything. These are husbands, wives and dearly loved children, all lost to and deeply missed by their loved ones. I started thinking, if someone close to me had left this world, I too would like to think that something or someone was taking care of them, that they weren’t really gone. So, believing in something bigger than us doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re weird or out of your mind, or even different. It might just mean that you’re not ready to let go, and you need something to hold on to.
I was overwhelmed by this sudden feeling of peace and understanding, and I wanted to sit there with them forever.