tears speak


This past week my grandfather passed away. Today was his funeral. Between his passing and the funeral, I attended the wedding of two of my closest friends. I couldn't help but see the parallels of these two very different occasions. Celebrations of life. Of family and friendship and love. I did a little public speaking at both, and cried both times. On my way up to speak at my Grandfather's funeral, someone put their hand on my shoulder and whispered, "It's alright, child. Tears speak."

The world is a heartbreakingly beautiful place.