Oh yes. It was a surreal period in time. No one can even try to imagine what it is like until they also are forced to endure it. This day for me as 23 years ago on May still feels wrong that my dad died that many years ago.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love. ~ Rumi - Google Search