Holly just posted about her being able to offer comfort to someone else in the depths of grief.
That really got me thinking.
I'm grateful that Leila happened so early in my life.
I have many years and almost unlimited opportunities to reach out to others.
To tread water with them.
Sometimes it feels selfish.
I have a chance to make Leila's life and death mean something.
Even if it's only to me.
I hate that I've gone through this.
But I'm determined to make the tragedy worthwhile.
Is that wrong?
It's not a rhetorical question - if you have an opinion, I'd love to hear it.