A few days ago, I had a dream that my 3yo son passed away.
I don't remember the circumstance, but I do remember the anger and agony I woke up with. Not a cold sweat, but a turning stomach and a clenched jaw.
Followed by a swath of relief.
My dream wasn't real.
My son was healthy, holding my hand gently in his final few moments before waking up.
For me, the emotions faded and gave way to the remainder of the day.
For far too many, however, an fear of imminent death and untimely mourning are a part of life.
This isn't an opinion piece.
I don't know what we should do. I wish I did.
All I can say, is that I hope that least here on Farcaster, as we build, trade, touch grass, and cast, we keep each other's humanity in mind.
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