If you’re interested in sharing your opinion on any cultural, political or personal topic, create an account here and check out our how-to post to learn more. ____ My work day had been slow and exceptionally quiet due to the mostly empty office. Gold, late-afternoon light poured in through the windows and onto my desk where the hum of D.C.’s busy streets beckoned six floors below. I had about an hour left until it was time to log out and pulled out my phone just to pass the boredom for a few minutes. I was on Facebook when I saw a post from my friend’s mom that paralyzed me mid-scroll. It said something about my friend and funeral arrangements and, to be honest, at first glance, I think I scrolled past it because losing her was never a possibility for me. My brain rejected any suggestion of it. But as I kept re-reading it, I heard my voice quake when I said “this isn’t happening” out loud, grateful my co-workers weren’t around as the denial came almost immediately. “This isn’t...
