Just writing in the air, into nowhere. The pain and fear are crushing. Tell me, if you can, when you can hardly breathe, do you still believe there's a force of good in the universe? A beam of light, a touch of kindness, a whisper of help, an enveloping presence holding you? A softness in the loneliness? Do you really believe? Do you really know? And do you still believe, in those unspeakable moments, that those who loved us and are gone can and will still help us?
