As I gasped to catch my breath after my morning run, I silently blessed each shuttered business I walked past. Tears filled my eyes. And then I wondered what it would be like to walk this street carrying my own personal grief. The grief of dying of cancer, loosing my job, or burying my husband. Would I feel more alone if I had personal grief and these streets were full of their usual school-day, Starbucks, on-my-way-to-work bustle? Is the grief more palpable because we are all in this together? Would it be better alone?
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