Riddle

I'm running through time and space and 62 minutes per hours too fast for me Then out of nowhere comes so suddenly Time time time is a riddle My oh my I can figure it out Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh In a thornless cathederal Is barely moving a needle at all

Luke Sital-Singh, you musical genius.

We all handle loss differently: some withdraw, others stay in limbo, a few dive headfirst into distractions for refuge. Most of us trod slowly and painfully along a journey of healing. Who is to judge how we respond? This loss, undeniable yet unquantifiable -