Grief

Pulsatons of grief still can wash over me in an instant, a flash flood of the emotions. But this has brought family and friends together in a special way. And it infuses the world at large with a new intense energy: sunrises are more beautiful, a Miles Davis solo sounds more spiritual, an ass of a neighbor suddenly isn't so bad. Cummings nailed it in a poem with the line ...

the most who die
the more we live